Post by thefangedrose on Nov 13, 2023 19:12:39 GMT -8
Disclaimer
This series contains elements of a supernatural nature and will play a parody of the Judao-Christian faith. It is not meant to be mocking or subversive and is simply done for a creative outlet.
You. Were. Warned.
The supernatural elements of this storyline were not always present. “The Pact” is a concept that kept Jesse’s original “Walk the Line” idea alive while honoring that none of them had these “abilities” five years ago.
Hope you enjoy it.
I give you Chapter 12!
BANG!
The sound of the metal sledgehammer echoed off the insides of the garage and the huge double doors of the castle's multi-car garage fell with a loud audible crash. Ananiel and Josie jumped back away from what amounted to a metal wall crashing down on them.
The doors landed in a ramp of sorts on the debris outside creating a slightly lifted ramp and the two cars out in front didn’t waste a single second. The black Trans AM Ashley called KITT in the show's honor and the Supra peeled out side by side and darted forward. They hit the ramp and landed in the grass on the side of the driveway, each woman expertly steering in the slippery grass before they flashed through the broken gate and out onto the street.
The hulking form of the Sins got back to the bed of the truck just as the cars in front of it took off. A half a dozen vehicles including the Farreri 458 appeared launching off the ramp and into the grass.
Javier, standing in the bed of the truck leaned down and grasped the big man by the forearm. It climbed up into the bed just as the truck lurched forward with Jasmine, Morgan, and Steph on their bikes surrounding it. The truck hit the ramp with little more than a bump while the three bikes went airborne.
Ahead of the truck three of the cars split off and turned at the broken gate and began up the dark street at high speed. The three bikes pulled out before the truck as they darted through the gate.
The group came together a few hundred yards away from the castle gate forming a convoy with the Supra and Trans AM out in front. As they passed the second intersection heading for the city limits the hounds came around the corners and from the alleys. Dozens of them, all jet black, big as cows, and covered in bleeding, oozing sores.
John, who was driving the van between the two lead cars and those behind it looked out the sideview and spotted them first. His hands tightened on the wheel but he focused on the road. He wasn’t as good at this as some of the others seemed to be and he needed to focus.
Lluvia, who was riding shotgun with Risa, leaned out the window, her hair whipping around her face to look behind them, and saw the army of hounds coming up behind the bikes and the truck.
“Here they come!” She shouted.
Risa slammed her phone down on the console between them, the open line between her, Michael, and Moe allowed the three lines to communicate.
“You get that?” Risa asked leaning into the driver's door as the convoy pulled a sudden right, the tires squealing.
Far in the distance off to the left the fires of the decoy set by the Children continued to burn. Michael braced himself on the roof of the van as they followed.
“Moe,” Michael shouted. “They don’t get past you. Your children’s safety depends on it.”
“They aren’t touching our fucking kids,” Moe said through ground teeth. She reached up with her free hand and slammed the sliding window behind her head open. “Gentlemen. They don’t pass us.”
Javier held onto one of the steel bracers on the bed of the truck with one hand and looked over at the huge man standing beside him.
“You good with that Jefe?”
The Sins looked over at him, the dirty blonde hair whipping around his face and reached up with both hands and grasped the short sleeves of his shirt with each hand. A hard yank down tore them both off at the shoulder. He used one of the torn sleeves to tie his hair back into a ponytail and held the other out to the Hispanic man.
“Been fighting this war as long as I can remember.”
Javier took the torn shirt sleeve and did the same, then reached out and slapped the larger man on the arm.
“Well, now we do it together.”
Steph weaved just as one of the hounds jumped for her rear tire causing the great beast to slam into the side of a brick building. It immediately fell in a few yards behind its brethren. Jasmine and Morgan each nearly took a bite but they cut hard to each side missing the bumper of parked cars by inches while the hounds slammed into the fenders full force sliding them a few inches toward the curb.
Two of the hounds closed in on the truck and leaped, landing half in the bed and half out, the thick claws squealing on the metal as they dug deep trails in the truck bed. Javier met one with a hard kick to the side of the beast's head sending it toppling to the street where it rolled into one of its brothers in a tangle of limbs.
The Sins took the other one with a right cross to the side of the mussel that sent it tumbling from the bed and to the street like the other one. As it hit the ground another loped to the side of the truck and Moe caught it out of her driver's side wing mirror.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
A hard yank of the wheel sent the truck hard to the left slamming the huge hound between it and a parked car. The great beast let out a guttural yelp as it was left in the dust as the others passed. The sudden shift in direction caused the Sins to lose his balance and hit the edge of the truck bed.
As he began to topple out of it a hand grasped him by the forearm and he looked back to find Javier holding him with one hand and the other grasping the metal bracer on the back of the truck, his face grimaced from the strength it took.
Moe pulled the truck to the other side of the street to ensure the man half in and half out of the truck bed didn’t slam his head into a parked car as they passed. One of the hounds closed the distance between it and the truck and lunged for him as he hung on.
Behind them, Steph, on her Ducati, saw it approaching and saw the road’s arch coming to an end up ahead. A little grin on her face she hit the throttle and hit the ridge of the road full throttle, the bike launching into the air between the truck and the hound. Steph kicked her right foot around so she was nearly sitting side saddle on the bike and kicked both feet into the hound's neck.
The hound was thrown to the side slamming into the back window of one of the parked cars and Steph landed safely on the road with the bike bouncing under her. The eyes under the mask locked on her and she flashed him a grin.
“Got you, brother.”
Steph pulled back to fall in with Jasmine and Morgan and Jasmine yelled over the chase.
“This isn’t working,” she shouted. “There are too many…”
“Decoys?” Morgan shouted and Jasmine nodded.
Steph answered their nods with one of her own and as the convoy passed the next intersection the three women turned, their tires squealing as they rounded it. As soon as they were back on the straightaway they all opened it up and the bikes sped off in a small V formation.
A good chunk of the hounds, still angry from what Steph had done to one of them turned and followed.
Mary looked into her rearview just in time to see the lights of the bikes veer off and her jaw set.
“If they get hurt I swear I will kill them all.”
Jason grinned and held onto Serah, who was giggling while Amelia, Oro, and Anthony held on in the backseat.
The small handful of hounds that remained with the rest of the convoy formed up around the truck, slamming their full weight into it, throwing it this way and that from the force of their charges. Javier had finally gotten the man who had once been Dean into the bed of the truck and looked behind him to see the butt of a shotgun being held out the window.
“Oh, you god damn right.” The big Hispanic man shouted and took it. Standing in the center of the bed he turned first one direction and then the other, fire launching from the end of the barrel in the darkness as it fired.
Four streets over and running nearly parallel to the convoy the bikes raced down the road, their headlights shining a problem ahead. The road was nearly completely blocked off by two broken-down trash trucks sitting on the road. Someone had been in the middle of moving or perhaps even repoing a car and a flatbed sat on the sidewalk with the bed down.
Morgan and Steph, who were a hundred feet ahead of Jasmine hit it full speed and launched over the obstacle. The two bikes squealed to a stop as the dogs tried to follow them but couldn’t make the jump, with half a dozen hitting the trash truck full force opening up a small gap between them.
“SHIT!” Steph shouted in fear and pointed.
The hounds had blocked Jasmine’s access to the ramp while trying to follow the pair and just when it looked like she was trapped the blonde woman hit the throttle hard and then suddenly let the clutch go.
The front wheel came up, putting the bike nearly vertical as she gunned the throttle again. The bike seemed to dance for a moment on its rear wheel as it spun around appearing to be out of control before flying through the small gap. Eyes narrowed Jasmine put all her weight forward and the front tire landed as the bike slid on screaming tires.
Morgan watched on a little wide-eyed.
“God damn that girl can ride….”
The hounds that had been chasing them expected Jasmine to hit the blockage and never stopped, aiming to pounce the second she did but when she slid between the two trucks they slammed into them full force leaving the whole scene a twisted wreck of metal, black smoking blood and dissolving bodies.
The three women all hit the throttle, tires spinning the back in the proper direction and then took off like a bullet. At the next intersection, they all saw the others fly past at extremely high speeds with a small handful of hounds harassing the truck.
At the intersection, they all peeled around it and opened the throttle up coming up behind the convoy at high speed. Morgan pulls up beside one of the hounds and before it even realizes she’s there she releases one hand from the grip and grabs the gun from her belt. She doesn’t aim for the head, but instead the shoulder socket and pops off half a dozen shots in rapid succession.
It was enough to drop the leg and cause the hound to go face down into the pavement. The burning decoy that the Children had set was now a few hundred yards to the west and they could all hear the sirens blaring from cops heading their direction.
“Think they can help?” Moe yelled into the walkie.
As they talked the lights flickered back on all over the city as city workers got control of their power grid back. People were now able to look out the window at the convoy of cars, trucks, vans, and bikes flying down a 35 at nearly a 90.
“No!” Ashley shouted in reply. "Against what we just saw? Hell no, that’s asking innocents just doing their job to go on a suicide mission with no warning... not doing that to them, not asking them to do that for us... "
“We have a bigger problem!” Mary shouted into one.
Ahead of them, the road straightened out into a slight downhill that traveled as far as the eye could see out into the trees as the town ended. A mile down the road was a blockade that had obviously been set. Two large trucks the size of Moe’s were parked one across each lane of traffic with cars lining each side of the street.
There was room on each side for the bikes to get onto the sidewalk and get past but that was it. Maybe the Trans AM and the Supra but no way the vans and Moe’s truck got through the squeeze on each side.
“No way we get through that!” Ashley shouted.
“Moe, do you think your truck can force your way through?!” Mary asked.
“Not with Javier and Dean in the back,” Moe answered. “I don’t wanna risk throwing them.”
There was silence for a moment as they were closing fast but suddenly the Ferrari pulled up between the Trans AM and the Surpa.
“Hang back, I got this!” Risa’s voice said over Lluvia’s walkie.
“Risa, what the hell are you doing?” Mary demanded as she steered with one hand and looked over at her friend and Jason looked on concerned.
“Don’t worry!” Risa told her. “I’ve seen Fast and the Furious a million times!”
The convoy slowed down to 60 while the Ferrari opened up and pulled away fast. Realizing what she intended to do Mary raised the walkie and shouted.
“She’s gonna ram it and she and Lil Mama are gonna bail….” She shouted in horror. “The street will turn them into graded cheese….GET THEM!”
Suddenly two bikes flew by the Trans AM and Supra. Jasmine’s tricked-out Ninja and Morgan’s Hayabusa were side by side, each of their hair flipping in the wind as they shot by. They caught up to Risa as the doors on each side of the car flung open. Lluvia reached out and Jasmine took her wrist…with a yank, she pulled her up off the side of the car and up onto the bike behind her.
Risa however reached down between the driver and passenger seats and turned the knob on a bottle that sat down near the floor. Opening it up all the way she then took Morgan’s hand and jumped….just barely getting her ass in the seat as the two bikes shot away from the now empty Ferrari.
The two bikes missed the parked cars by inches and the blockade by 50 feet. They shot by it at nearly a hundred miles an hour and a fraction of a second later the Ferrari hit the two parked trucks….a loud metallic crunch was heard and the two trucks flew backward…and just when it seemed like it didn’t work the Ferrari exploded with a thunderous fireball launching it into the air.
The Convoy followed only a few seconds behind it with the two lead cars actually popping out of the fireball and weaving on the road to remain in control. The rest of the vehicles flashed by with the Ferrari landing back on the ground missing the back of Moe’s truck by a fraction of an inch.
It now became a blockade that stopped the hounds as the convoy reached the city limit and vanished from view into the trees. As they did the cop cars came rounding the corner to survey the damage and wreckage that was now the middle of the intersection.
All they could do was look on in confusion at the abandoned street and the burning cars.
The hounds were gone.
It was close, but they made it.
This series contains elements of a supernatural nature and will play a parody of the Judao-Christian faith. It is not meant to be mocking or subversive and is simply done for a creative outlet.
You. Were. Warned.
The supernatural elements of this storyline were not always present. “The Pact” is a concept that kept Jesse’s original “Walk the Line” idea alive while honoring that none of them had these “abilities” five years ago.
Hope you enjoy it.
I give you Chapter 12!
Civil War 2
Chapter 12
Running for their lives
Location: Asheville North Carolina
Date: November 12th
Time: 8:05 PM
BANG!
The sound of the metal sledgehammer echoed off the insides of the garage and the huge double doors of the castle's multi-car garage fell with a loud audible crash. Ananiel and Josie jumped back away from what amounted to a metal wall crashing down on them.
The doors landed in a ramp of sorts on the debris outside creating a slightly lifted ramp and the two cars out in front didn’t waste a single second. The black Trans AM Ashley called KITT in the show's honor and the Supra peeled out side by side and darted forward. They hit the ramp and landed in the grass on the side of the driveway, each woman expertly steering in the slippery grass before they flashed through the broken gate and out onto the street.
The hulking form of the Sins got back to the bed of the truck just as the cars in front of it took off. A half a dozen vehicles including the Farreri 458 appeared launching off the ramp and into the grass.
Javier, standing in the bed of the truck leaned down and grasped the big man by the forearm. It climbed up into the bed just as the truck lurched forward with Jasmine, Morgan, and Steph on their bikes surrounding it. The truck hit the ramp with little more than a bump while the three bikes went airborne.
Ahead of the truck three of the cars split off and turned at the broken gate and began up the dark street at high speed. The three bikes pulled out before the truck as they darted through the gate.
The group came together a few hundred yards away from the castle gate forming a convoy with the Supra and Trans AM out in front. As they passed the second intersection heading for the city limits the hounds came around the corners and from the alleys. Dozens of them, all jet black, big as cows, and covered in bleeding, oozing sores.
John, who was driving the van between the two lead cars and those behind it looked out the sideview and spotted them first. His hands tightened on the wheel but he focused on the road. He wasn’t as good at this as some of the others seemed to be and he needed to focus.
Lluvia, who was riding shotgun with Risa, leaned out the window, her hair whipping around her face to look behind them, and saw the army of hounds coming up behind the bikes and the truck.
“Here they come!” She shouted.
Risa slammed her phone down on the console between them, the open line between her, Michael, and Moe allowed the three lines to communicate.
“You get that?” Risa asked leaning into the driver's door as the convoy pulled a sudden right, the tires squealing.
Far in the distance off to the left the fires of the decoy set by the Children continued to burn. Michael braced himself on the roof of the van as they followed.
“Moe,” Michael shouted. “They don’t get past you. Your children’s safety depends on it.”
“They aren’t touching our fucking kids,” Moe said through ground teeth. She reached up with her free hand and slammed the sliding window behind her head open. “Gentlemen. They don’t pass us.”
Javier held onto one of the steel bracers on the bed of the truck with one hand and looked over at the huge man standing beside him.
“You good with that Jefe?”
The Sins looked over at him, the dirty blonde hair whipping around his face and reached up with both hands and grasped the short sleeves of his shirt with each hand. A hard yank down tore them both off at the shoulder. He used one of the torn sleeves to tie his hair back into a ponytail and held the other out to the Hispanic man.
“Been fighting this war as long as I can remember.”
Javier took the torn shirt sleeve and did the same, then reached out and slapped the larger man on the arm.
“Well, now we do it together.”
Steph weaved just as one of the hounds jumped for her rear tire causing the great beast to slam into the side of a brick building. It immediately fell in a few yards behind its brethren. Jasmine and Morgan each nearly took a bite but they cut hard to each side missing the bumper of parked cars by inches while the hounds slammed into the fenders full force sliding them a few inches toward the curb.
Two of the hounds closed in on the truck and leaped, landing half in the bed and half out, the thick claws squealing on the metal as they dug deep trails in the truck bed. Javier met one with a hard kick to the side of the beast's head sending it toppling to the street where it rolled into one of its brothers in a tangle of limbs.
The Sins took the other one with a right cross to the side of the mussel that sent it tumbling from the bed and to the street like the other one. As it hit the ground another loped to the side of the truck and Moe caught it out of her driver's side wing mirror.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
A hard yank of the wheel sent the truck hard to the left slamming the huge hound between it and a parked car. The great beast let out a guttural yelp as it was left in the dust as the others passed. The sudden shift in direction caused the Sins to lose his balance and hit the edge of the truck bed.
As he began to topple out of it a hand grasped him by the forearm and he looked back to find Javier holding him with one hand and the other grasping the metal bracer on the back of the truck, his face grimaced from the strength it took.
Moe pulled the truck to the other side of the street to ensure the man half in and half out of the truck bed didn’t slam his head into a parked car as they passed. One of the hounds closed the distance between it and the truck and lunged for him as he hung on.
Behind them, Steph, on her Ducati, saw it approaching and saw the road’s arch coming to an end up ahead. A little grin on her face she hit the throttle and hit the ridge of the road full throttle, the bike launching into the air between the truck and the hound. Steph kicked her right foot around so she was nearly sitting side saddle on the bike and kicked both feet into the hound's neck.
The hound was thrown to the side slamming into the back window of one of the parked cars and Steph landed safely on the road with the bike bouncing under her. The eyes under the mask locked on her and she flashed him a grin.
“Got you, brother.”
Steph pulled back to fall in with Jasmine and Morgan and Jasmine yelled over the chase.
“This isn’t working,” she shouted. “There are too many…”
“Decoys?” Morgan shouted and Jasmine nodded.
Steph answered their nods with one of her own and as the convoy passed the next intersection the three women turned, their tires squealing as they rounded it. As soon as they were back on the straightaway they all opened it up and the bikes sped off in a small V formation.
A good chunk of the hounds, still angry from what Steph had done to one of them turned and followed.
Mary looked into her rearview just in time to see the lights of the bikes veer off and her jaw set.
“If they get hurt I swear I will kill them all.”
Jason grinned and held onto Serah, who was giggling while Amelia, Oro, and Anthony held on in the backseat.
The small handful of hounds that remained with the rest of the convoy formed up around the truck, slamming their full weight into it, throwing it this way and that from the force of their charges. Javier had finally gotten the man who had once been Dean into the bed of the truck and looked behind him to see the butt of a shotgun being held out the window.
“Oh, you god damn right.” The big Hispanic man shouted and took it. Standing in the center of the bed he turned first one direction and then the other, fire launching from the end of the barrel in the darkness as it fired.
Four streets over and running nearly parallel to the convoy the bikes raced down the road, their headlights shining a problem ahead. The road was nearly completely blocked off by two broken-down trash trucks sitting on the road. Someone had been in the middle of moving or perhaps even repoing a car and a flatbed sat on the sidewalk with the bed down.
Morgan and Steph, who were a hundred feet ahead of Jasmine hit it full speed and launched over the obstacle. The two bikes squealed to a stop as the dogs tried to follow them but couldn’t make the jump, with half a dozen hitting the trash truck full force opening up a small gap between them.
“SHIT!” Steph shouted in fear and pointed.
The hounds had blocked Jasmine’s access to the ramp while trying to follow the pair and just when it looked like she was trapped the blonde woman hit the throttle hard and then suddenly let the clutch go.
The front wheel came up, putting the bike nearly vertical as she gunned the throttle again. The bike seemed to dance for a moment on its rear wheel as it spun around appearing to be out of control before flying through the small gap. Eyes narrowed Jasmine put all her weight forward and the front tire landed as the bike slid on screaming tires.
Morgan watched on a little wide-eyed.
“God damn that girl can ride….”
The hounds that had been chasing them expected Jasmine to hit the blockage and never stopped, aiming to pounce the second she did but when she slid between the two trucks they slammed into them full force leaving the whole scene a twisted wreck of metal, black smoking blood and dissolving bodies.
The three women all hit the throttle, tires spinning the back in the proper direction and then took off like a bullet. At the next intersection, they all saw the others fly past at extremely high speeds with a small handful of hounds harassing the truck.
At the intersection, they all peeled around it and opened the throttle up coming up behind the convoy at high speed. Morgan pulls up beside one of the hounds and before it even realizes she’s there she releases one hand from the grip and grabs the gun from her belt. She doesn’t aim for the head, but instead the shoulder socket and pops off half a dozen shots in rapid succession.
It was enough to drop the leg and cause the hound to go face down into the pavement. The burning decoy that the Children had set was now a few hundred yards to the west and they could all hear the sirens blaring from cops heading their direction.
“Think they can help?” Moe yelled into the walkie.
As they talked the lights flickered back on all over the city as city workers got control of their power grid back. People were now able to look out the window at the convoy of cars, trucks, vans, and bikes flying down a 35 at nearly a 90.
“No!” Ashley shouted in reply. "Against what we just saw? Hell no, that’s asking innocents just doing their job to go on a suicide mission with no warning... not doing that to them, not asking them to do that for us... "
“We have a bigger problem!” Mary shouted into one.
Ahead of them, the road straightened out into a slight downhill that traveled as far as the eye could see out into the trees as the town ended. A mile down the road was a blockade that had obviously been set. Two large trucks the size of Moe’s were parked one across each lane of traffic with cars lining each side of the street.
There was room on each side for the bikes to get onto the sidewalk and get past but that was it. Maybe the Trans AM and the Supra but no way the vans and Moe’s truck got through the squeeze on each side.
“No way we get through that!” Ashley shouted.
“Moe, do you think your truck can force your way through?!” Mary asked.
“Not with Javier and Dean in the back,” Moe answered. “I don’t wanna risk throwing them.”
There was silence for a moment as they were closing fast but suddenly the Ferrari pulled up between the Trans AM and the Surpa.
“Hang back, I got this!” Risa’s voice said over Lluvia’s walkie.
“Risa, what the hell are you doing?” Mary demanded as she steered with one hand and looked over at her friend and Jason looked on concerned.
“Don’t worry!” Risa told her. “I’ve seen Fast and the Furious a million times!”
The convoy slowed down to 60 while the Ferrari opened up and pulled away fast. Realizing what she intended to do Mary raised the walkie and shouted.
“She’s gonna ram it and she and Lil Mama are gonna bail….” She shouted in horror. “The street will turn them into graded cheese….GET THEM!”
Suddenly two bikes flew by the Trans AM and Supra. Jasmine’s tricked-out Ninja and Morgan’s Hayabusa were side by side, each of their hair flipping in the wind as they shot by. They caught up to Risa as the doors on each side of the car flung open. Lluvia reached out and Jasmine took her wrist…with a yank, she pulled her up off the side of the car and up onto the bike behind her.
Risa however reached down between the driver and passenger seats and turned the knob on a bottle that sat down near the floor. Opening it up all the way she then took Morgan’s hand and jumped….just barely getting her ass in the seat as the two bikes shot away from the now empty Ferrari.
The two bikes missed the parked cars by inches and the blockade by 50 feet. They shot by it at nearly a hundred miles an hour and a fraction of a second later the Ferrari hit the two parked trucks….a loud metallic crunch was heard and the two trucks flew backward…and just when it seemed like it didn’t work the Ferrari exploded with a thunderous fireball launching it into the air.
The Convoy followed only a few seconds behind it with the two lead cars actually popping out of the fireball and weaving on the road to remain in control. The rest of the vehicles flashed by with the Ferrari landing back on the ground missing the back of Moe’s truck by a fraction of an inch.
It now became a blockade that stopped the hounds as the convoy reached the city limit and vanished from view into the trees. As they did the cop cars came rounding the corner to survey the damage and wreckage that was now the middle of the intersection.
All they could do was look on in confusion at the abandoned street and the burning cars.
The hounds were gone.
It was close, but they made it.
