Creative Tuesday - Bleedfeeders Chapter 6

Chapter 6 takes a bit of a diversion.

Chapter 6

Gwen was worried about Morgan. None of the clubs she and Isy went to after the first one saw Morgan, or anyone matching her description. She hadn’t heard from Isy yet, who went to that first club where the band was. Gwen hated being separated from Morgan and Isy. She grew up with both, and they had always been inseparable.

She left the last of the clubs she and Isy went to the night before with no positive results. She was really worried about Morgan.

“Hey, I heard you in there asking about some girl.” Gwen didn’t recognize the man in the alley, but she had a feeling about him. It wasn’t a good feeling.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to take up any of your time,” she said, quietly pulling out her cell phone.

“I think I saw her last night,” the man said. Gwen was skeptical.

“That’s okay, I think she probably went home by now,” Gwen said, trying to back away from the alley. The man didn’t answer right away Before she could flee, the man lunged at her, seizing her wrist and yanking her into the alley with enough force to pull Gwen off her feet. Gwen didn’t waste anytime, hitting the speed dial on her cell phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I’m being attacked…” was all Gwen got out before the man swatted the phone out of her hand. She couldn’t reach it where it fell, but she could see it was still on.

“I need you,” the man growled, hovering over Gwen. She tried to back away from the man, but had no means of escape. The man’s lips pulled into a pained smile as he raised his hand. She could hear popping from his fingers, like electricity. The man reached for her throat. Gwen was paralyzed, unable to speak, scream, flee.

The fiendish man’s head bounced as it the broadsword collided with it. The man swung around, growling in pain, though it seemed not from the blow. The stranger in gold and gray now stood between the man and Gwen, the broadsword in one hand, a dagger in the other. The stranger raised the dagger, pointing it at the fiend. The fiend laughed.

“You think you can beat me?” he asked. The stranger said nothing. He swung the broadsword, intending to connect with the fiend. Somehow, he missed.

No, he didn’t miss, the blade passed clear through the fiend. The man laughed as he grabbed the sword’s blade. The stranger felt his body shudder as a powerful jolt of electricity passed from the man’s hands through his body. But the stranger did not falter, remaining on his feat and between the fiend and Gwen.

Sirens screamed down the street, undoubtedly responding to the 911 call. He fiend released the sword. He looked to the front of the alley as he police officers swarmed out of their squad cars.

“Drop your weapons!” they commanded. The fiend laughed as he bounded back down the alley. Two officers pursued, but the rest remained, their guns fixed on the stranger.

“I said, drop your weapons!” The stranger looked over his shoulder at the police officers, fully intending to pursue Gwen’s attacker

“No, Kay,” Gwen said, clammering to her feet and grabbing the stranger’s arm, “You did nothing wrong, the police won’t harm you.” The stranger said nothing as he dropped the broadsword and dagger. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell them what happened. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

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