by Milo Spires
Then as their arms began to falter and the weight of their overly lengthy salute became too much, suddenly Heinrich surrounded by his ten SS soldiers crashed his heels together and walked across to the chopper.
All the while that Heinrich had been standing there only a foot away from them in their brown pilots jackets and green under trousers, his SS soldiers had been pointing their weapons up at them. Often Heinrich would grow tired of questioning someone and then with his boredom, order their sudden death. These SS personal soldiers of his were deeply twisted sadistic bastards, with no care for humanity in the slightest. They’d relish a moment that they could actually torture the enemy, and if that wasn’t possible then they’d be as equally happy with torturing their own soldiers instead. That’s why the pilots had lied, because they’d known that if Heinrich had said to kill them; it wouldn’t have gone to trial first or then been questioned and deliberated over, it would have simply been a sudden death.
Then when Heinrich had walked away with his round spectacles on, and his highly polished boots that were crushing through the inch deep snow and ice, the pilots were still aware that he could come back though. The pilots had to just stand there dreaming of the steaming hot showers and also hope that as he’d checked the chopper, that he didn’t find anything.
The pilots were also hoping that they’d long enough to reenergise their arms again too, before the evil bastard came back across to them, and then they’d have to give him another ten minute salute.
When Heinrich had reached the chopper, the first thing that he did was walk along the left side of it so that they could see him. He’d started at the cockpit and then whilst trying to give the impression that he actually knew what he was doing, he’d lowered his face down to near the steel, and walked along slowly analysing every damn inch of the thing, until he’d reached the back.
The pilots had suddenly felt uneasy though, and hoped to hell that he wouldn’t find anything because even though they were thinking that he was a dick; they were well aware that if there was the slightest scratch on the bird, then depending on his mood, the punishment could easily be death.
Then after finishing that side he’d looked up at the huge rotors that were sitting dormant ten feet above him, and then suddenly without warning turned to stare back at the pilots again. In response they’d raised their salute and then watched as he’d ducked underneath the choppers tail boom to check the other side.
The tension between the two pilots at this moment was tangible to say the least, and in response there were beads of perspiration beginning to drip down their foreheads because of it. Their arms were also still out in front of their faces, but because of the increased levels of adrenaline they’d even felt it.
The pilots were thinking, “what the hell is this guy doing, he knows nothing about choppers.” Then suddenly Heinrich screamed out, “And, what is this?”
Then and in response to hearing him, and with deep beginning to course its way through them, they’d both thought, ‘Oh no, the fuckers found something.’
At that moment both of the pilots had glanced at the tree line thinking the same thing. They were considering running but knew they’d never make it and were fucked, because the snipers on the cliff tops would take them out as soon as they’d even started to run.
The SS soldiers were also pointing their weapons at them too, so they’d no choice but to walk forwards and see what the bastard had found.
Then as they’d passed the cockpit and came into view of Heinrich, they’d both looked at the tail boom from twenty feet away and were completely shocked.
There was something luminous green that looked like a shaft piercing through the steel body, but there wasn’t a tiny hole where it had punctured it, instead there was a massive steel stretching dent.
Once again even though it wasn’t their fault, they knew just by Heinrich’s face that they’d receive a serious punishment, or maybe even be executed for it. The guy looked wild with rage and as if they’d only seconds before he’d tell them what it was going to be too.
Then as they’d both cautiously approached the chopper with the SS soldiers raising their weapons up at them, even when they’d reached it, they’d still no idea what the luminous shaft was either.
Both the pilots had a Lugar semi automatic handgun on their hips that were filled with silver bullets, and the thought had definitely crossed their minds about using them too. Only they knew that the SS who were watching them would shoot them dead before they could get even the buckles open on their holsters, let alone fly inside and rip out their guns shooting.
The first pilot trying to placate Heinrich’s obvious rage, then reached forwards to grab the shaft, but as his hand had come within inches of touching it, Heinrich viciously slapped his leather glove down across the pilots wrist.
Then he’d screamed at them whilst his eyes were glancing across at the SS, and said “If I want you to fucking touch it, I’ll tell you to.”
The fact the pilots had just seen Heinrich making eye contact with his SS troops, made them think that the punishment was definitely going to be execution, and with it they’d started to panic.
The SS responded to the eye contact and then with a hollow steel grating sound, they’d slid the catches back on their guns, ready to blast them.
Only as Heinrich was about to give the order he’d paused, because there something about the the way that the shaft was glowing back at him, that caught his attention.
Heinrich then leant forwards and after closely inspecting the luminous shaft, he’d reached forwards and grabbed it solidly in his right hand. Only as the second in commands fingers had clamped down around it, with him expecting it to be nothing more than a strange shaped piece of wood, suddenly the evil from Dracus’ cursed arrow had burrowed deep into his flesh.
Instantly Heinrich who was now paralysed couldn’t do anything but watch in horror, as the evil from the shaft then climbed up his arm and consumed him.
The SS soldiers who were sworn in any threatening situation to protect him, and to give their lives for the evil bastard, then dived into action. They’d grabbed Heinrich and tried pulling him back extremely hard to break his grip on it, only his hand had an iron tight grip on the shaft and wouldn’t let go. Then after seeing Heinrich’s face turning a sickly shade of green, one of them even grabbed his arm and tried to pull it away, only again Heinrich’s massive grip refused to let go.
Heinrich’s fingers were almost fused to the thing at this point, and the evil from the cursed arrow was flowing deeply into him too.
Another three soldiers joined in and then with extreme force, and a lot of struggling, they’d managed to get his arm free. Only as the hand flew away from the shaft, large lumps of flesh had also torn away from Heinrich’s hand.
Then as they’d stood Heinrich up and let go of him, instead of screaming and looking at his hand that was pouring out blood from the savage wound, the second in command simply succumbed to the evil and collapsed to his knees.
His glasses also slipped forwards on his little nose and then fell down into the ice underneath the choppers tail boom too.
Then when the scientists had arrived, he was immediately rushed inside to the medic unit and all manner of machines were suddenly plugged into him, only it did no good because Heinrich died.
The heart rate monitor that was on the steel trolley next to him had suddenly spiked massively, and then as the digital screen had gone black like it had a power failure, suddenly huge plumes of smoke belched out of it. Then seconds later the screen had strangely returned, only there was nothing on it to say anything positive, except a long flat line saying that he was dead.
The scientists were horrified, and then in response they’d tried everything to resuscitate him. First they’d blasted him with Adrenaline direct into Heinrich’s heart, then when that didn’t work they’d tried electric shock, but still nothing. Then as the minutes turned into half an hour with Adolf standing there over him looking down at h
is only evil friend, the scientists called the time, and pronounced him dead.
Heinrich’s mind as the machine had flat lined was suddenly filled with a tunnel of flames. Only as he’d felt his consciousness being dragged forwards into it, he’d suddenly looked down and then realized to his horror that he wasn’t in the German base anymore, instead he was on a lump of granite that was hurtling into hell.
Outside when the two pilots had heard that he’d succumbed to the arrow, and then seen that Heinrich’s silver spectacles were laying there underneath the back of the chopper, one of them stamped on them, and then both of them went to take their shower.
Chapter 21 - Help
Dracus was moving at extreme speed through the flattened snow from the explosion of the shack with Satan’s demons close on his tail. The wind all around him was unbelievable bad and the snow and sleet was driving into him from all angles, making it difficult to see ahead.
Then from behind him the ice cold that had been trying to turn him into a snow statue whilst he’d watched the choppers leaving suddenly vanished and turned into extreme heat.
The temperature was unbelievable, and with it the heavy snow that was falling had instantly turned to warm rain and steam.
Dracus whilst running never turned around to see why either because he was fully aware of the reasons, instead he’d stopped and then pulled back the air molecules in front of him like a tent door, and without looking behind, he’d jumped inside fast.
The demons had completely engulfed the air where he was and turned it black with their intensity, whilst some of them had reached it in time and then flew inside with him.
Slamming the two sides of the doorway back together, the crack in the air molecules suddenly vanished, and he’d hoped as the demons smothered him that he could get away. Only again just the same as Paris, the prince of darkness consumed the power of the portal and with his even darker energy, sucked it towards him.
Dracus with demons inside the portal trying to climb inside his mouth and vanish inside him so that they could drag him down to hell; then slipped his hand down and tried to open his quiver. The demons that were fully aware of the energy coming from his quiver, fought desperately to stop him by grabbing him arms and trying to pull them away from his sides.
Then as the bowman fought against them, the quiver had opened and instantly they’d let go of him and backed away.
The inside of the portal was about the size of a large telephone kiosk bordering on the size of a small lift. The demons who’d dared not to leave because of Satan’s wrath for failure if they didn’t capture him, suddenly started circling him and making the most shrill and unearthly screams.
The volume was so loud that it threatened to explode his brain.
Dracus who’d desperately wanted to drop to his knees and clamp his hands over his ears to stop the intense pain, suffered the torment and pushed on. Then using his fingernails he’d frantically scraped off sprinklings from the arrows tips that were facing up in his quiver, and like confetti threw them into the air all about himself.
The fine dust with its luminescent green glow had an instant effect. As it had touched them, they’d shrivelled in size and then desperate to escape, they’d flown out through the walls of the portal into the endless space of time.
Dracus felt the surge of power pulling at the portal and knew that he’d been unsuccessful in his escape. Diving forwards and not knowing where the doorway would lead, and fully aware that Satan himself was likely to be waiting outside, he’d leapt out the doorway anyway.
*****
Satan had arrived in the woods of the Carpathian Mountains to see the distant silhouette of the bowman, as he’d fled through the deep snow with hells demons hot on his tail, only as he was going to blast a huge fireball down at Dracus and vaporize him, suddenly a strange blue light had appeared and distracted him. Then moments later as the blue light had vanished again, Satan was furious because he’d missed his opportunity and Dracus had disappeared down the mountain.
Seconds before he’d been in HELL searching for Regina, the first ever to escape the entrance procedure and then somehow go into hiding. He’d been furious because even though he’d been able to have her soul only a couple of days after she’d escaped him in Paris, when he’d gone to the entrance room to greet her arrival to hell, the rock that she’d been on was empty. The little bitch had run away and somehow unbeknown to him, then gone and found herself a hiding place in his fiery domain.
As he’d been searching for her, suddenly that little bastard Dracus the bowman had once again used his portal to arrive in the Carpathian Mountain’s and he’d been aware of its energy calling to him. Instantly he’d stopped the hunt for her and sent his demons up from Hell to catch him.
Then as he’d stood there all eight feet of him with his massive horns up in the Carpathian Mountains, and his hideously distended veins that were pulsating down the side of his evil face, suddenly and in response to his furious anger, his solidly ripped arms then instantly burst into wild flames.
The flames spiralled like serpents and parts of the flame looked like they were actually hissing and fighting other parts of the flame, as they’d consistently wrapped themselves around their master’s arms.
Satan’s crimson red body was massive, and every muscle was beyond all levels of ripped. His looks were as true to his very nature, an utter vile beast with a violently lashing tail and horribly hooved feet.
Then a second passed and suddenly as a wide cheeky had grin shot across his face, his right arm thrust forwards and the flames that had been encircling it, like napalm in Vietnam, dived forwards into a thousand feet of intense inferno, that melted the snowdrifts and turned the falling sleet and snow into warm rain and steam.
Anger chased across his face and with the other arm now also a massive flamethrower spewing out infernos of over a thousand feet, he’d spun around and the pine trees, the snowdrifts, and everything else in his way had instantly turned to ash too.
The bare ground without a blade of grass in sight was left steaming from the heat.
Then as he’d felt the portals energy and Dracus trying to flee, Satan had sucked the energy towards him so he couldn’t escape.
Another second passed and then Satan roared and as he’d craned his neck back and the thunderous power had charged up his throat, the force of it was like fifty explosions all happening at the same time. The sound caused avalanches across the mountain ranges for miles into the distance, and the villagers a thousand feet below who were all asleep, suddenly sat bolt upright in bed with extreme terror burnt into their pale as death faces.
The sound was terrifyingly evil and was imbued with the clear sense of death. It was beyond this world and anything that most mortals had ever heard before. The villagers flew out of their beds and then simultaneously all of them got dressed and headed straight for the sanctity of the local tavern.
They’d lit burning torches and carried with them on the short journey, bibles and crosses.
Normally they’d have stayed inside their homes with the windows boarded and the doors bolted, but this sound was just one of those sounds that made you know that death was coming, and if they’d any chance to escape it, strength wasn’t staying at home to be slaughtered, it was in numbers.
This had never happened before in all of the darkest history that their village had ever experienced, and as they’d hurriedly scurried along the cobbled and broken streets, slipping in the mud and slush that was everywhere, they’d kept looking and checking the coalescing shadows about themselves.
*****
As Dracus leapt out of the portal unknowing where it would take him, he’d stumbled forwards in the craggy rocky ground that was underneath his feet and fell straight into a deep snowdrift. Scrabbling to get back up he’d leapt into the shadow of a passing cloud and then hearing the thunderous roar of Satan behind and seeing the mountainside that had been white suddenly melt and burst into flames, he’d ran for it.
The wind was still deeply oppressive but from one side it was arctic and then from the other there was intense heat. Thunder could be heard exploding all around as the two temperatures of air molecules crashed into one another. Then as the sky in the horizon that had been masked by dense snow and sleet suddenly also turned to warm rain, lightening bolts blasted out in all directions.