Chapter 338: A Bath of Blood?
While reloading their ammo stock, War spoke in a low voice to Laz.
"Was that blood helpful?" She asked, knowing that it was. If anything, she wanted to know Laz’s personal opinion.
"Very helpful. I just don’t know why. I feel like my body could use a lot more..." Laz said with a longing he didn’t understand.
War just nodded and didn’t question. Instead, she looked around and whispered something else.
"I’m not sure how long your ’team’ can hang on for. But I would suggest erecting some extra barriers at the gate. With a strong enough push, that thing will come down easy. It’s already damaged beyond repair," War said, pointing at the almost blown out stainless steel gate.
Laz nodded but before going to speak to Bruce, asked if War had any other ideas.
War couldn’t help but smile since this was just what she was waiting for.
...
Pestilence and Famine were relaxing in the suites oversized hot tub. It wasn’t that they were neglecting their duties, more like since they were already done and told to just sit tight, they were doing just that.
"We didn’t update blondie, did we?" Famine asked, removing a wet towel from her face. Pestilence, who was seated next to her, removed her own towel and looked at her sister.
"I don’t think we did."
They both frowned. While it was true that they didn’t really hold much loyalty to Kennedy, it was also true that she had funded them heavily in their travels to take revenge. And they knew that the only reason she did that was because of Laz. Therefore, although they were in no rush to contact her about having found Laz, they also knew that it was important to communicate it to her.
Both looked at their cell phones and frowned. There was still no signal and even the ground lines of the hotel weren’t working.
"Well, it will be the first thing we do once we get through tonight I guess?" Famine said, covering her face again.
Pestilence could only agree with her sister. War had asked them to hang tight for now since she was with Laz. While they were both powerful in their own right, they also absolutely trusted their sister to make sure Laz stayed safe while fighting tonight. And none of the four sisters thought it was a good idea to display their own abilities for the time being so that meant that War would have to use her own talents to keep him safe unless she had no choice.
At that point, they would have to leave with Laz in tow since they all promised not to leave his side again, especially when he was so powerless.
The only other worry on their mind was sister Death who hadn’t been in contact since she left. While the mission time limit had passed, they understood that any travelling tonight would be difficult and since they intended to keep a low profile, that meant taking things slow.
Pestilence could only sigh to herself while leaning back in the hot water and putting the towel back on.
...
Death was calm and composed by nature. She had always been the ’eldest’ sister and therefore always was the most ’mature’ one. In truth though, she just acted that way to help calm her three sisters. And right now, not being around her sisters, something that rarely happened, she was swearing like sailor with no regards for Lyssa ears.
"I can’t fucking believe that these shit stained, fur covered bags of blood think they can stop me," Death said as she stomped a mutated fox with fangs and razor sharp spikes on it’s back into paste.
"I’m going to eat hamburgers until I projectile vomit it into a giant tub then use a bat to force it down your pried open mouth," Death said as she spun around and slammed her fist into the side of the head of a monstrous bull beast with three sets of horns and scales. It’s head exploded from the force of the impact.
"And you!!" Death said, catching a furry bunny type creature with a long neck, slit like eyes and dripping fangs.
"I bet all you little fucking nub feet are lucky," Death grinned and proceeded to rip off each of it’s legs one by one.
Lyssa followed behind, too horrified to look up at Death’s blood bath vendetta and to terrified to get too far away from her.
Looking around at the creatures who had come to surround them, Lyssa noticed their trembling bodies start to sway, almost like they were considering running away. She then heard a strange noise like a maraca being shaken and turned to look over at Death. Death had knocked all of the bunny snake’s teeth loose and was shaking them around in the bunny snakes decapitated head like an instrument.
Seeing this and the smile Death had, they demon beats all turned and made a break for it, instinctually running for their various commanders to seek their protection.
Seeing this, Death then threw the ’rattle’ on the ground and beckoned Lyssa to finish showing her to way to Laz’s room. She knew she was wasting too much time venting and would never get back in time. But she was having fun getting all of this negative energy out, even if the ones she was yelling at didn’t understand.
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Huge, nightmare inducing beasts were all gathered around one spot on the paved grounds near where the demon beast horde had broken through the security fence. And in the center of the circle, standing alone on it’s back legs while wearing a small, zip up sweater that seemed like it had belonged to a small child, the small raccoon that was considered the leader of this wave stood in silence while looking out at the devastation the wave had caused. Even now, more beasts were plowing through the entrance and running off, most of them towards the same place.
The beasts seemed to possess extremely acute senses and knew just where they could find the buildings that had been broken into and immediately ran towards those first. As for the ones that had resisted the attack, the raccoon had decided to wait until they could focus an attack of all of their troops before proceeding.
As for the humans in the buildings that had been broken into? The weaker ones were devoured by the attacking creatures and the ones that were deemed strong were captured and dragged back to the circle of nightmare demon beasts.
Every time a human was presented to them, the raccoon would point and allow one of his subordinates to eat. As for the raccoon himself, he only ate a sparse few. This had two benefits. One, he could set a good example to his people. And two, he was able to choose the best tasting and most powerful for himself since the others couldn’t really tell. In fact, some of the ones brought back were no different than a weak human, they just seemed stronger to the random creature in the horde who found them.
But the raccoon could tell which humans had the most energy within them and took full advantage of this fact.
A small pack of different demon beasts suddenly appeared and started communicating with their respective leaders before rushing back off again. Looking at one another, a rather large squirrel was kicked forward by one of the deer demons and clearing it’s throat, spoke in amazingly clear English.
"Leader. Our scouts tell of of strong humans that cannot be stopped by the normal troops. Dozens have already died at their hand... well... one human’s hands."
"The humans have weapons we don’t understand and cannot use anyway. This is normal and there is nothing to fear from our food," The raccoon laughed and reassured his generals.
"No sir... the human.... was beating our brethren with their body. The human had no weapons but hands and feet..." The squirrel corrected, nervously.
"A human that is stronger than us? That’s impossible," the raccoon denied without question. Part of what kept him in charge was his strength. And the other part was his intelligence. He had promised the gathered herds that the humans would be killed easily. And even if there were deaths on their side, the dead could be eaten and give their strength to the living. Either way, the herds would grow stronger.
It had never occurred to any of them that they might lose this fight according to their limited understanding of humans.
Now that a strong human had appeared, they wanted to know who the raccoon would let deal with it and eat it.
They were tired of waiting.
The raccoon didn’t want any of them going until they learned more about this strong human, but he knew he couldn’t do nothing. He just hoped there would be more than one so they he could have some for himself when they finished. After all, he would get the first pick of whatever was brought back.
’I should send a smaller general who will eat less. I just hope they come back quickly....’ The raccoon smiled a disgustingly human smile as warm blood dripped from it’s lips, still there from it’s last kill.
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Sofa’s and padded chairs along with solid wood tables had been dragged over and placed in front of the gate, up to waist height. This would prevent smaller creatures from crawling under as the larger ones attacked the gate. It also still gave them a line of sight with which to fire.
Between the gate and the desk, another barrier had been set up as well, this time using every heavy bit of furniture that was left. While nothing more than an unimpressive and heavy mound of junk, the idea wasn’t to stop the beasts in any way. Instead, the large, useless mound would cause most of the brainless creatures to want to avoid it by going around it and therefore making two choke points.
As War explained to everyone, choke points were the key to winning a battle of smaller numbers versus larger numbers.
"So focus on the gate as much as possible, just the larger creatures. the smaller ones will be useless here. Once they break through, fall back to the desk and split up, half focusing on one side while the other half focuses on the other side. If that falls, then, run back to the hallway and keep retreating while firing. You should never go forward, just backwards, using the doors and thresholds as choke points. As long as you do that, you will live," War advised to her anxious audience.
"And how do you know all this?" Bruce finally asked after having originally lost himself to her beauty and charm.
"She’s a professional merc. Any other questions?" Laz interjected before War responded. Laz got the feeling that War thought Bruce to be useless and wanted to get rid of him sooner rather than later.
And that didn’t mean just kicking him outside.
As everyone got into position, War walked up to Laz again and took him aside.
"How much blood do you need?" War asked, wanting to make sure she got what he needed. She could see the difference in his body already after having absorbed a few handfuls.
"Uh... a bathtub’s worth?" Laz blurted out without thinking. He almost wanted to gag himself since every time this happened, it was like he lost control while his body answered on it’s own.
It was a very strange feeling.
But War just nodded her head and took what he said to heart, thinking about what she would need to fill a bathtub.
’Oh right. Those two have nothing to do right now,’ War thought and sent a mental message to her sisters upstairs. While there might have been several floors between them, the actual physical distance was only a couple hundred feet.
Just as she finished telling them what she needed, a loud crash shook the building.
Looking over, War saw that the battle was back on.
...
"A bathtub full of blood?" Pestilence asked.
"What the fuck?" Famine added.
War hadn’t bothered to include context, leaving her sisters baffled.
