'Fragmented'

Part Four

'Fragmented'

Part Four

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 "Your dead world is mine..." That distorted voice followed me into the realm of sleep and wakefulness. It's hard to ignore it. A psychological tattoo that stained my conscious with fear and second guessing.

 My eyes fluttered open, then I fell back to sleep. I had another dream. This one was not as horrible. I was surrounded by light. The surroundings were near an old Catholic church. Sparkling pieces of glass trickled from above. I saw my reflection in the shards.
 
 My form was luminescent, shimmering with intense colors of every hue. My eyes glowed with power. I noticed four appendages bursting from my back. They were wings. And clutched in my right hand was a sword of sun like fire.

  I felt someone..or something clutch my shoulder. "You will be the savior of us all.." A sweet voice whispered into my ear.

 I jolt awake all of a sudden. My eyes peered over the heap of blankets. Voss was snoring away on a blue chair. "Where am I?" I murmur, then slowly sat up. His eyes began opening. "Decora. About fuckin' time ya woke up." For some reason his rough voice gave me comfort.

 "What time is it?" I reach for my phone. Almost 3:00 pm. I suck in a panicked breath and hopped out of the bed. "Why are you freaking out? Everything's fine. I told our boss about the situation." Voss seemed calm.

 "Great. She better pay us double." I pull on my clothes. "Where's Andrew?" As if on cue, a short little old woman waddled in. "Your weaponry is in the living room." Her voice, reedy and confident. "You have lovely assets dearie." Voss growled and smacked Bag Lady atop the mountain of snow white hair.

 The living room wielded a treasure trove of high tech instruments. A cache of PHaSR and electronic silicon laser guns. Military grade shit.

 These weapons' utilize light outputs. The US government implemented these five years ago as an alternative to bullets.  The light source can travel at a high velocity. As well as disrupt the cells responsible for the enemy's powers. These weapons are accurate in regards to targets. The energy output is easy to manage through proper weapons training. Each one had buttons for the intensity of each shot. From stunning an opponent to killing them with a click or two.

 I spied a combat knife with a needle at the point. "You can put poisons or tranquilizers in that." Bag Lady croaked. I held the blade in the palm of my hand. "I'll take it." I tucked into my thigh sheath.

 "Where did ya find these? They seem new." Voss shouldered a laser gun similar to the 2007 Barret REC7. "That's the Barret REC17A. An assault laser rifle." Bag Lady leaned back. "I got these from a dealer in Amsterdam. His mercenaries helped deliver them to me." Voss placed his new toy in a black gun case. I picked out a couple of goodies of my own. After my boyfriend and I exited out the cellar door of the safehouse.

 Voss walked ahead of me. He seemed to be quite content. "I use to live in this county. Melvindale was my hometown. Though Romulus is pretty nice." I took some joy in his nostalgia. I liked seeing him happy. "I lived in Manitou Beach." I stared up at his large back. "A small town country girl." I chirped.

 "We got to go back. This way isn't safe." Voss's tone completely changed from jubilant to dark in a matter of seconds. He stood there like a statue. I peeked around his torso. A tangle of teenaged bodies crowded the exit of the alleyway.

 "I knew you two were here. Gloria's prized dogs." A malice filled voice called out from behind. We turned around to see a five foot nine woman in a tattered straitjacket. Her willowy limbs were bound with bloody bandages. "That's not my blood." Massacre said whilst chuckling as she gestured to the scarlet stains. Her blond and black hair hung in greasy coils. "Did your boss send you to thwart any of our naughty schemes? Tell Gloria her covert operations are shoddy as shit."

 "What did you do to these kids, Massacre?" I said through my clenched fangs.

Massacre giggled. "What is a master of power without some pawns?" The badly  injured bodies twitched to life like an "ON" switch.

 "You're one fucked up bitch." Voss snarled as he clenched a meaty fist. "That's awfully hilarious. Considering you're more of a monster than yours truly." Massacre chortled. With a flick of her wrist, the psychotic female unleashed her captives.

 As if they were filled with amphetamine, the young men and women ran at us. They were jerky in movement, a mass of skittering forms. One grabbed me by my right arm. The possessed puppet licked my cheek. "Yuck!" I shout then drove my left fist into her throat. I then pushed my palm upwards into her nose with enough force to collide bone and brain.

 "You little bastards smell! I think they shit themselves!" Voss cried out in disgust. A part of me felt some vindication for my backed up toilet. He tossed the murderous ragdolls off of him. For every one thrown, another took his or her place.

 I felt a hard blow to my back. A massive kid who had the physique of a linebacker stood behind me. He gripped my throat with an iron grip. His gray eyes were dull and filmy. I gagged while thrashing against his torso. I noticed a butcher knife buried in his shoulder. I reached in a Herculean effort to pull it out in hopes of driving it into his eye. I finally locked my fingers around the sharp object then yanked. As soon as I did, he fell back as if he was lifeless. The dead football player's comrades also had bore the same knives in their shoulders.

 "Tear out the knives!" I yelled to Voss. "It'll stop them!" Voss flashed me a goofy smile. He began pulling out the pesky  pointy objects like somebody ridding themselves of a splinter.

 A sharp ache blossomed in my chest when I faced our enemy. Massacre's machete exited out my back. I let out an audible grunt. "You'll heal. This will be painful, Decora. You can handle it..right?" She began wedging her almighty tool down my torso. I screamed then formed a spike from the palm of my left hand. "So does this!" I slammed my palm into her eye, did a little twist then ripped her eye out. She stumbled back with a gutteral shriek. I kicked her stomach then crashed my boot onto her knee cap.

 "Where's Plague? What's he cooking up with Communion?" I kneel down and squeezed her shattered knee cap. Massacre hissed. "Not telling you jack shit." A bloody loogie splashed on to my cheek. "Where is your husband?" I snarled.

  Not telling...you...bitch.." Massacre revealed a crimson smile. My fists pounded into her jaw repeatedly. I was so close to making her break. Until I heard the helicopters. I see the large swarm of metal birds above us.

 "Leave her! We gotta go! Or it'll jeopardize the mission!" Voss howled. I head butt Massacre and ran off with my partner. We got to the main street. People were fleeing from the area. We noticed shining crack in reality with a shockwave from the Earth.

 Another Fragment was about to occur.

(To Be Continued.)