“No way man,” one soldier said, “Dr. Cain wouldn’t have said she was dead if she wasn't.”
“You're so full of shit that you have it blocking your vision if you don't see it brother. That is her.”
“You two ladies keep talking about it and I'll be the one that has the balls to walk up and see exactly who this is,” another voice said.
The first voice then said, “Whoever she is, she's built like Destiny.”
“Can't deny that,” said the second voice, “Few women I've ever seen are built like that girl is.”
“You mean was,” the first one retorted.
Destiny heard three different voices in the group but it sounded like there were more than that walking towards her. Though she had no way of knowing for sure, she assumed the third voice was the one who was finally approaching her. The first thing he did was to take his gloved hand and roll her head back towards them. She kept her eyes closed and was careful to keep her breathing shallow.
She heard feet rustling as the third voice stood and stepped backwards a couple of steps, “Holy fucking shit!”
“Oh my god,” the first one said in a quiet tone.
“I told you!” the second voice said loudly, “I told you that was Destiny! But dude, is she alive? Yeah,” he answered his own question, “She's breathing but it doesn't look like she is breathing very well.”
“Fucking shoot her then! We have orders!” the first voice said as the sound of a gun readying to fire sounded.
“Man, are you crazy?” the second voice said, “She just crawled out of one of our trucks. What does that tell you?”
The third voice and the soldier closest to her said, “It suggests that another team already found her and took her into custody. But why wouldn’t they just shoot her on sight?”
“Maybe she had been beaten so badly that they thought they should bring her back for,” the second voice paused, “I don't know, testing and shit.”
The first voice said, “It won't matter why they didn't shoot her ass or why we didn't shoot her ass if Dr. Cain sees her alive again. That counts double for her being in one of our trucks. Where is the team anyway? We should put a hole between her eyes right now man!”
“Just hold on,” the third one said, “Where is the team of soldiers from the truck?”
For the first time since the group walked up, Destiny made a quiet moaning sound. She didn't like the debate about whether or not they should kill her, at least not while she was pretending to be unconscious. She rolled her head to one side and then back towards them and moved one of her legs so that her thighs were parted.
After a pause the third voice said, “She's waking up. I'm going to try and talk to her.” Destiny could hear the rustle of his pants as he squatted down next to her, “Destiny, can you hear me?”
At just the perfect time, Destiny opened her eyes a small crack then closed them again.
The soldier again spoke, “We are supposed to...”
Suddenly Destiny's eyes popped open. She twisted her position and within a second and a half her thighs were wrapped tight around the third soldier's neck. Like a master manipulator she squeezed his neck tightly, bringing his face directly towards her crotch. Nobody knew how isolated these soldiers were better than Destiny and she certainly knew how to distract not only one but several of them. She wasn't too proud to use her body against her enemy now and never had been.
The first soldier said, “See she's attacking him! We should have killed her.”
The second answered, “If that is an attack, I want her to fucking kill me. Look man, her eyes aren't even focused. I don't think she knows what she is doing.”
Destiny played on his words by loosening her hold on the third soldier's neck and instead shifting her hips upwards towards him as if they were doing something completely different than fighting. Her eyes opened slightly and she moaned again. The soldier within her grasp was all but frozen solid between her thighs; just where she wanted him. The other two were looking on with interest. The second wishing it was his face staring at her crotch and the first still looking like he wanted to be a good little soldier and kill her. Things were going well though. She almost had them all where she wanted them, and there was still no sign of another group of O.A. guys coming near or zombies.
“Ugh,” she moaned again and this time reached for the soldier's head as if subconsciously wanting him to take her and make her his. Destiny knew the young man could never resist such an advance. If the first soldier had been the one to check on her she might have had to alter her plan. As it was, she released her grip on his head both with hand and legs. As her nearly exposed body lowered back to the ground she opened her eyes more solidly this time.
“Huh?” she asked of no one in particular. Then she appeared to realize where she was at last and she began shifting backwards, making sure to allow it to appear like she was too hurt to move quickly. “No,” she pleaded, “No, please. The zombies and Bayne,” she closed her eyes in false exhaustion, “Worked together against me; demons too. All I could do to survive. Can't take another attack from my former friends. Please,” she pleaded with her most adorable expression, “Don't force me to fight again... just... just kill me if you must.”
“Yes!” the first soldier said, “Kill her now before something really bad happens. You know how she is! We have studied her! Kill her now! Move out of the way and I'll do it.”
The second spoke up, “Would you stop it for god's sake? She clearly is out of it and can't even keep her thoughts together. We need to find more out about Bayne anyway. Destiny,” he said stepping forward, “Where is Bayne now?”
Destiny couldn’t believe that nobody asked her why Bayne would ever fight anyone alongside a zombie. Apparently they were all a little distracted or at least thought she was too loony from her beating to know what she was saying. “Huh?” she asked and then sat up quickly as if she suddenly remembered something. “The truck,” she looked down the hill, “I attacked him and forced him to crash. I,” she closed her eyes, “I guess he was knocked out or something and I woke up enough to crawl up here. I can't remember anything else.” She looked at the soldiers again, “Take me in alive please. I know Cain has a price on my head or at least wants me dead or something probably but I can't fight Organic Ascendancy anymore. I'd rather be a willing prisoner within those walls than spend another moment out here doing this or running from Bayne. Christ, he is a monster. Is,” she put on a very worried expression, “Is he still out cold? Where are the zombies? Demons?”
The third finally found his voice and used it though he kept staring at her body in the process, “Be calm and remain still Destiny. We have not checked the truck yet. There are no zombies or demons with our patrol, just the two trucks. Stay here and we'll take care of the situation. You'll guard her,” he said to the first soldier, “But do not kill her unless she attacks you.”
“Whatever you say.”
Destiny couldn't say what the other two were doing until the second truck suddenly sped off. That was a problem she might have to deal with later as long as the rest of her plan went according to the way it should. By her count there were four soldiers in this truck. One wanted to kill her and while that could be a problem, it did help her narrow down the search that was currently ongoing in her head.
“I swear if you even so much as look at me in a threatening way I'll decorate the pavement with your brain pretty lady. No amount of skin will distract me,” the soldier said in a stern voice.
Destiny smirked a little bit and toyed with her bra, pulling the strap off of one shoulder. She looked at him, “No amount of skin?”
He pointed the gun at her face, “Don't!”
She waved her hand tiredly at him and watched the other three. They were walking down to check on the truck. Destiny was so excited about this plan that she could barely contain herself. She was a professional however and hid her preparations quite well. The other three were carefully approaching the truck where Bayne
was waiting. Though she was relaxed and nonthreatening on the outside, her muscles were tensed and waiting for the four moves she had already planned to make when she got the signal from Bayne.
Two of the three soldiers stood at the back of the truck with weapons trained on it while the one who had recently been between her legs slowly walked to the driver’s side. First he peeked into the back windows. He motioned towards the windows and gave a sign that she recognized as O.A. shorthand to let the others know there were weapons in the truck. He also motioned for them to remain where they were. As slowly and cautiously as she could remember any soldier moving, he slowly crept forward about one step every five seconds.
Finally his gun was poking forward just into the side window where Bayne would be. Destiny didn't know exactly what Eric was planning or where he would be but she knew that she would know the sign when she saw it. A quick glance at the soldier guarding her showed that he was looking as closely towards what was going on at the truck as she was. Looking back she saw that even through those several seconds the soldier hadn't made much progress. He was poking his weapon blindly into the window for some reason. Clearly the fear of possibly meeting face to face with Eric Bayne was effecting his training as much as being caught between her thighs had moments ago.
Then in a flash of movement, everything changed.
The weapon seemingly was sucked into the window by nothing at all. Then, as the O.A. soldier moved quickly after his weapon and shoved his head into the window, a sword flew out of the window twisting and turning just right so that it would fit through the window and the soldier's neck. All of that happened in a matter of seconds. The soldier guarding her made a gasping sound but was still staring in that direction. It looked like Eric was just going to sit inside the truck and wait on another victim which would give Destiny time to make sure one of the two remaining O.A. men near to Eric stayed alive.
The soldier turned towards her and said, “You set us up!”
Destiny was coiled and ready to spring upwards when he turned. The force of her leap added power behind her kick which landed with a boot directly on the point of his chin. He clearly was out on his feet as he started to stumble around. Destiny snatched the gun from his hand, turned it around and ended his misery with a burst of bullets in the chest.
She had to move again before he hit the ground because she noticed both of the other soldiers advancing towards the front of the truck Eric was hiding in. One was on either side as they planned to likely have at least one of them take him out. His sword was outside the truck which meant nothing at all with his incredible powers but the fact that it was lying there still suggested he had something else in mind. The only problem with that was that whatever he had in his plan might not work with what was in hers. She needed the right soldier left alive for her plan to work so she made two quick decisions.
Reaching forward with her hand and her telepathic powers, she pulled the soldier she wanted alive backwards. He stumbled to the ground just about the time she put two bursts of ammo into the other soldier and several rounds exploded through the window he had been walking towards. If not for her pulling the soldier backwards, he would have been killed easily by Eric's shots.
Like a house on fire, Eric leaped out of the truck and trained a weapon on the downed but living soldier. Destiny shouted, “No! Eric don't! I need him alive! We need one alive to get in!”
“You stole my kill!” Eric yelled as he dropped the weapon, “I should shoot you instead!”
Destiny smirked as she walked forwards, “Maybe later lover-boy. Right now we need to get this one hoisted up into the truck and let him know what he is about to help us do.”
Groggily the soldier sat up, “I'm not helping you do anything but die.”
Destiny turned her weapon around and slammed him in the crown of his head with the butt of the gun. He dropped like a stone. She smiled down at his unconscious form, “That's cute but you couldn't kill me if I decided to let you. Plus, I'm already dead remember?” She stood and motioned to the unconscious soldier, “Eric, we need to put him in the truck and get out of here before someone comes to find out why they are no longer reporting anything happening.”
“You put his ass in there,” he said as he walked back towards the truck, “You're the one that knocked him out after all.”
Destiny sighed at his irritating attitude but leaned down to try and lift the heavy body. She didn't want to use her telepathy for this because it would use up more than she needed to waste in a non-battle situation. Her hands were just under the armpits of the guy when his body suddenly rose up so fast that his shoulder slammed into Destiny's chin. The soldier's unconscious body lifted a few feet into the air and then was slammed into the truck. She glared at Eric.
He shrugged, “What?”
She rubbed her chin where the man's shoulder had hit her, “I'm gonna kick your ass for that.”
“You might want to wait on that,” Eric said, “And you might want to drive through that trail in the woods right there because I hear the distant sound of engines.”
Destiny could hear it too when she listened closely enough. She looked up, “I would have already heard that if my ears weren't ringing from taking a shot in the chin.” She walked around to climb into the driver’s seat and started the quick but careful off-road trip Eric had indicated. She hadn't even noticed the trail there before but it appeared to be an old logging road that probably lead to either a defunct logging business or maybe a dirt pit of some kind. They were long gone before any other vehicle came near enough to follow them.
Eric broke the silence with a laugh. Destiny glared at him, “What”
“I hit you with a guy!” he held his stomach and laughed harder, “Right in the face!”
Destiny shook her head in disgust and looked out her window to hide a slight grin.
Chapter 7
Mandy sat on her bed in what was probably the most comfortable quarters in the entire Organic Ascendancy facility other than those of Dr. Cain. Also in the room was Admiral Bullosky who was taking a call from Dr. Cain about something she was sure was drastically important. From the tone of the conversation and the side she heard of it, Mandy could basically figure out what was going on.
Finally when he closed off the chat Mandy said, “They're still kicking ass aren't they?”
“Who?” Bullosky asked.
“Oh, please,” Mandy scooted back against the wall and rubbed the small baby bump in her stomach, “I was there remember? I know they were working together to survive and I am not stupid enough to believe they are dead. What'd they do this time?”
Bullosky sighed which Mandy was certain was something she had not seen the demon do, even in his human form. “A team of O.A. soldiers found an abandoned truck with dead soldiers all around it. There is no way to be sure who,” he paused at the expression she was giving him and finished, “Well, yeah we know who did it. But don't tell anyone else around here. Some of these people still idolize Destiny or are in love with her. Bayne's a legend in his own time.”
Mandy smiled as she continued to rub her baby bump, “Tell me about it.”
“Okay,” Bullosky said, “What's wrong? Having second thoughts or something? You chose to side with us and become this 'new mother of the human race' remember?”
“Oh, I know full well what choice I made,” Mandy said. Without pausing or blinking she looked up to the demon, “I ran away from the angelic morons who continued to bother me day and night about the ways I could take care of Eric. They are the bastards I turned on. Eric is an idealist in some ways and also very tough to be around most of the time because of being the reluctant but chosen savior of us all but he is not who I left. I also know better than to think that he is easily killed. Honestly, I'm scared of what he will do to me when he sees me. I don't think you'll be able to stop him. Then when he finds me, I think he's going to kill me.”
“You are underestimating us Mandy,” Bullosky said calmly.
Mandy s
cowled, “Eric has already beaten tons of demons, hordes of zombies and zombie-demon cross-breeds. How can you stand there and tell me that you have anything that can stop him and the only human being on earth that was able to best him once or twice?”
“There is something you are unaware of my dear,” Bullosky said with a rare smile on his twisted face. “You are correct that he has shown the ability to do away with such beings as those. They do slow him down and could best him eventually but what we have planned is something that is sure to succeed.”
Mandy shook her head, “Just stop, would you? Unless you're going to throw the load of shit you're full of at him, he's going to mow through all of you and find me. Then he will kill me.”
Bullosky went to the door and opened it, “Come with me.”
“I need to rest before my death, thank you. I'll stay right here,” Mandy said.
“Come with me now or I'll kill you myself,” Bullosky demanded, “If you lose all hope of us winning then what is the point anyway? There is something you need to see. Consider it a privilege of your uniquely powerful position in our plan or just consider it a favor, but bring yourself over here and follow me!”
Reluctantly Mandy slid off of the bed and walked over to the door. She paused there for a moment and looked up at him, “I'm not afraid of you.”
“I know,” he said, “Just come with me and I won't have to kill you.”
“Fine,” she shrugged, “Lead the way.”
The walk was a quiet one. Mandy had nothing to say and it seemed that for a moment at least, Admiral Bullosky was perfectly fine with being quiet. Bullosky had made one good point. Mandy certainly felt that she didn't have to follow the same rules as everyone else. After all, she was the bearer of the child that they at least assumed would have the same superior genes as Eric. It wasn't difficult to figure it out at any rate. She was given the best quarters of anyone other than the president of the company herself. It didn't matter what she wore and that had been a proven point as well.
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