Supers 2
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Lucas told her what had happened, how he’d injected her with the slave portion of Vengeance’s serum, before injecting himself with the master vial.
“I belong to you now?” Michelle asked.
“I think so… sorry,” Lucas said. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
Michelle walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him. “Belonging to you… I don’t actually mind that.”
Chapter 26
Things started pretty well for Laura. As Lucas began his duel with who she learned was Michelle, Laura gave the signal. A barrage of bullets struck the Supers sitting pretty on the tower block. She knew the bullets wouldn’t kill them. The Supers knew that too. That’s why they sat there so brazenly.
But bullets could sting.
And when the bazookas were fired, Vengeance decided he’d seen enough. As he turned and fled down the stairs with his entourage, her gang lay in wait. With bullets and grenades, they hoarded the Supers out through the back of the building site and onto the street.
Every house here had a member from her gang. More hid behind rusty cars, armed with swords. The plan was for those in the buildings to shoot down the Supers, slow them down long enough for those on the ground to come and slice the Supers heads off, so far the only known way to kill the bastards.
But it didn’t work so well.
Whilst her crew had grenade launchers, the Supers had something much more powerful. Vengeance had indeed surrounded himself with the most powerful of Supers. Some picked up cars and threw them at buildings, others ran incredibly fast, smashed through doors and climbed stairs.
Laura made it to the street in time to see her gang being thrown out of windows. The ones that didn’t die on impact were punched, kicked or blown to death.
It was a brutal.
It was slaughter.
Her chest heaving, Laura barked orders through the radio for her crew to flee. But it was too late. What was supposed to have been a trap for the Supers was now a trap for her gang. The Supers were everywhere, moving with speed, shooting things from their hands, spikes, fire, explosive and more, they moved from house to house, killing anything that tried to flee.
Laura could still turn and run back into the building site and escape. But she couldn’t leave her gang behind. So she dropped by the fence surrounding the building site and stared at the massacre before her.
She was in so much shock, she didn’t notice the naked woman walking past her, nor the man whose hand she held. The couple paused to take in the scene before them, the massacre. And then, the man walked up to her.
“Laura?”
She looked up at him. “Lucas… you’re alive.”
“What the fuck is going on here?”
“We’re dying.”
“No,” Lucas said, anger in his voice. “We’re not dying. They are. Get the fuck up!”
He held his hand out for her. She stared at it, confused. “We can’t defeat them all.”
“No, we can’t. But we can at least go out fighting. Don’t you want to shoot a Super in the face before you die?”
It was a tempting proposition. It wasn’t like she had anything to lose. So, Laura took his hand and pulled herself up. “I don’t have a weapon,” she said.
Lucas reached inside his coat and pulled out an assault rifle. He passed it to her.
“You got anymore in there?”
“Nope, but actually,” he slid out of his long coat and handed it to her.
“No thanks,” Laura said. “Wouldn’t suit me. Besides, I think your naked friend there needs it more.”
“It’s bulletproof,” Lucas said. “As is she,” he nodded at Michelle.
Laura took the coat and put it on. It was damned heavy. How did Lucas moved around like he did wearing this thing. Her eyes fell on the naked girl. “That’s Michelle?” she asked, and Lucas nodded. “She’s hot. She on our side?”
“Yup. Vengeance doesn’t know. Let’s see if we can use that to our advantage.”
Michelle came up to Lucas and kissed him on the lips. And then, she turned and ran down the street, towards Vengeance and the gang of Supers that stood guard around him as he watched the massacre.
“Can you pass me my sword,” Lucas said. “It’s in a hook on the left side,” he pointed at the coat she wore.
Laura found the sword and pulled it out. It was a thing of beauty. It was heavy too. No wonder the coat weighed so much. She passed the sword to him. “Sure you don’t want a gun?” she asked. “I think there is one or two, or a dozen in this coat…”
“I’m good with the sword,” Lucas said.
And then, he turned and ran down the street, holding up the sword like some sort of ninja. Laura watched with astonishment. She had never seen such a brave Normie before. Nor one so foolhardy. He was going to die.
Chapter 27
Michelle made a beeline for Vengeance. He had moved away from the centre of the road and taken refuge inside a house on the right. Standing guard by the door were four Supers, all of them, she knew. They let her pass without question.
Vengeance sat in the living room, a naked girl on either side of him.
Fucking pervert.
“You’re alive,” Vengeance said. “I suppose that means Lucas is dead?”
Michelle took in the naked girls as she walked into the room, as she sat down on the floor before Vengeance.
She didn’t know them.
Were they Supers?
“Yes, Master,” Michelle said. “I ripped his head off.”
“I suppose you did good,” Vengeance said. “Go wash off. You’re dirty.”
He gave a wave of the hand, indicating her dismissal. Michelle climbed to her feet and walked towards the door. She stopped at the entrance and turned to look back.
“What?” Vengeance snapped.
“They’re really pretty,” she nodded at the two naked girls.
“Best the Normies could offer,” Vengeance said. “I haven’t turned these two into mindless slaves. Seems a waste to use the serum on them, thanks to that fucker Lucas destroying my stash. Turns out it was a blessing in disguise. Its so much more fun to play with girls that still have free will, but are too terrified to use it,” he chuckled.
Michelle raised a hand blazing blue and fired a bolt at Vengeance. It struck him on the head and blew it right off.
That had been easy… how fucking strong was she?
The two girls beside him jumped away, both cowered on the floor, one screamed at the top of her lungs, the other pressed her hands against her ears.
The Supers that had been guarding the front door burst into the room. Michelle lowered her hand, bringing it to her side. There was a moment of tension, a brief moment where it seemed they would avenge their master.
But then, the moment passed, and the Supers stared at her with confusion.
“He’s dead?” one asked.
“He is… does that mean we’re free?”
It seemed like as much. The Supers paid her no attention, their focus completely on Vengeance, she quietly slid past them. Once out on the street, she noticed the sudden change. The Supers no longer attacked the Normies. Some had frozen on the spot, others walked around in a haze. The Normies had noticed it too. Some took the opportunity to flee.
Michelle spotted Lucas, his sword covered in blood, he held it before him, facing off against a Super. A Super that stared at him with confusion. Lucas could have taken advantage of the situation and cut the dude’s head off.
But he didn’t.
The dude had principles and shit.
Michelle felt a rush of feelings towards him. She knew at least some of those were prevalent before he injected her with the serum.
She belonged to him now.
Michelle felt a warmth in her heart as she rushed over to him.
“What the hell’s going on?” Lucas asked.
“Vengeance is dead,” Michelle said. “I think now that they don’t have a master, they’re free?”
> “Or their brain dead?” Lucas muttered. He waved his sword in front of the Super’s eyes.
That caught the Super’s attention. He frowned at Lucas. “The fuck you doing man? Do you even know how to use that thing?”
Lucas looked like he was about to show the Super he knew very well how to use the damned thing. Michelle grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away.
“It’s over,” she gushed. “The nightmare is over. Vengeance is dead!”
She expected Lucas to be happy, but there was uncertainty in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“If I knew killing Vengeance would have freed you, I would never have injected you with the serum,” Lucas said.
Oh.
That’s what he was worried about?
She felt another rush of feelings for him. He was so damned cute. Even after all this, after saving her from Vengeance, he was still worried about her. Michelle took his hand in hers and stepped closer to him.
He was so tall. Damned handsome too. Being this close to him, she had never felt safer. She wasn’t worried about belonging to him. And she said as much.
“Are you sure?” Lucas asked.
“It’s not like I have much of a choice,” she said, and then giggled at the look of pain on his face. “I’m teasing,” she nudged him with her elbow. “Come on, we’ve got work to do. I might belong to you, but I still want to be the Mayor of this town.”
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Devil’s Apprentice
Patrick Stewart
Copyright © 2019
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Foreword
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance with anyone living or deceased is completely coincidental. This work of fiction is primarily based around demons and angels. It has references to god and the devil. If you are religiously inclined, please remember that this is a work of fiction not at all intended to offend you.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Epilogue
Author Comments
Chapter 1
His black hair was thick. It resembled more the spikes on the back of a hedgehog than it did human hair. He had red skin and two balls of black for eyes. His teeth were sharp and numerous. They were in rows of two just like a shark. He was a demon and his name was Jamie Azarath. Alex was having a pretty good day until Jamie showed up and frightened the crap out of him.
Alex was twenty-one years of age and led a pretty unremarkable life. He worked night shifts as a security guard in an office building in central London. During the day when he wasn’t sleeping, he usually came to this café. It was a cosy little spot just around the corner from his apartment. It was quaint inside. Three single sofas of a dark grey fabric were arranged in a U around a tea table. There was a wood burning stove and past that were rows of wooden chairs and tables opposite the counter.
It was a quiet place. Perfect for him to lose himself in his thoughts, work the brain and write away. Alex was a writer. Or at least, he was trying to write a damned book, something that he was currently doing a horrible job of. He had literally written the exact same line three times before hitting the delete button.
Sighing, he reached for his cold mug of coffee. Lifting it to his lips, he tilted the cup. Nothing. He recalled it being empty the previous time too when he’d lifted it to his lips. Madeline, the sometimes-attentive waitress, came over with a decanter full of the stuff. But rather than pour it into his mug, she stood over him. Her elbow rested against the corner of the sofa’s backrest.
Alex looked up at her. She had pretty brown eyes and at nineteen, was two years younger than him. Madeline had that perfect golden mix-raced skin. At five foot seven, she was a good height too. The coffee shop had chosen a smart dress code for the waitress - black skirt, white shirt. Thanks to the summer heat, Madeline wore a very short black skirt. Her white shirt had the top three buttons undone.
“That’s your fourth cup,” Madeline commented.
“Tired. Pour me another please.”
“You’ve come straight from your shift, haven’t you?”
“I showered first,” Alex said defensively.
“You should go to bed.”
“Want to come with?”
“To your bed? Sure,” Madeline said as the corners of her lips twitched. “Gain ten pounds of muscle first.” She was about to pour him coffee when she stopped with the decanter hovering over his mug. “You can pay for this, right?”
Alex dug his hands into his denim jean pockets and fumbling about. He grabbed everything within, then placed the contents on the table triumphantly. “There ya go!”
Madeline separated the contents with her fingers. “Three buttons, two pennies and a string…”. She stared at the string with what looked like a seed tied to one end. Her eyes met his. “Jesus, Alex, this is sad. Where’s your credit card?”
“I think I’ve left it at home…”
Madeline frowned. “You’re not going to be able to pay for your first four then? I’ve gotten into trouble for giving you free stuff.”
“Sorry, didn’t know that,” Alex mumbled.
Madeline rolled her eyes. “My boss is a bit of a dick.”
“Want me to sort him out?”
“Sure,” she smiled. “Gain twenty pounds of muscle first though.”
“You said ten pounds of muscle earlier,” Alex muttered.
“Ten to sleep with me,” she winked. “Twenty if you want to take my boss down. He’s a big fucker.”
And with that, Madeline turned and walked away. Alex stared at her curvy behind. The short skirt accentuated it perfectly. He wasn’t ashamed that this mouth was hanging open some. He’d flirted with Madeline for a while now, but she’d never been this forward before. Alex made a mental note to hit the gym one day. He then turned back to stare at the screen on his laptop.
After blinking rapidly several times, Alex rubbed his eyes. Exhaust
ion was catching up to him. He hit the save button on the word document several times before closing it. He was about to slam his laptop shut when he noticed the girl. She stood opposite him and wore a short floral dress. Her bare knees brushed against the coffee table.
Alex recalled seeing her sitting at the other end of the room. Her head had been buried in one of those fancy Apple Macs. She had brown mousy hair and wore large spectacles, nailing the geeky but hot librarian look perfectly, effortlessly.
“Hi.”
“Hey,” Alex waved a hand at her.
It was an awkward wave. Feeling foolish, he used the hand to gently close his somewhat antiquated laptop.
“I got you coffee,” she flashed him a smile, showing perfect teeth.
True enough, she had in her hand a red mug. She placed it on the table, then pushed it towards him. Alex took the mug and raised it to his lips. He took a sip. Yup, it was coffee alright.
He stared up at her, not sure what to say next. Alex had a talent for being a bit of an ass, for being able to make smart and quick comebacks. What he didn’t have a talent for was making charming small talk, which he figured was what he should do now. What was he supposed to say? She stood there staring down at him with an expectant smile. Thanks. You could thank her for the coffee, his brain yelled at him.
“Uh, thanks,” he mumbled.
“Alex, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Do I know you?”
She sat opposite him on the soft fabric sofa. “It’s Chrissy. We were in the same class in primary school?”
Alex’s eye’s narrowed. “Chrissy Skinner?”
“I think I was the only Chrissy in class,” she said, her smile so natural. “But yes, Chrissy Skinner. What are you doing?” she nodded at the laptop.
“Uh, trying to write a book…” Alex said hesitantly. It felt strange seeing Chrissy after so many years. He’d had the biggest crush on her about eleven years ago. A small fact that he’d never managed to work up the courage to share with her back in the day.