Thursday, December 23, 2010

In The Shadow Of His Nemesis chapter ninety five

In The Shadow Of His Nemesis


Chapter Ninety Five


By AL BRUNO III




Saturday, December 4th 1996





One of his eyes had swollen shut, there was blood running from his nose, ears and scalp but the agony of his broken knee overwhelmed all.


Things certainly aren’t panning out the way I had hoped. Jason Magwier thought. If things don’t start going my way soon it could be the end of everything. And not in a good way.


The sound of the approaching helicopter was almost as loud as the ringing in Jason Magwier’s ears. He watched the sky with his good eye then let his glance flick to Mr. Sauno and Miss McGlade. She was watching everything, her attention darting here and there like a bird in strange territory, Mr. Sauno’s was waiting calmly but every once in a while he cast a sidelong glance towards his prisoners. His expression wasn't smug merely anticipatory.


Jason couldn’t see a way out of this, at least not yet.


His gift of remembering what the future might be had brought him here to a tomb of the dark gods. Laurel House was where Damiea rested in seclusion, not truly dead and not truly alive.


The dark gods loved doing things like that.


Jason had seen the fall of Laurel House coming but he had seen Galen as well. He had hoped to convince the turncoat prince to join the war against the Monarchs but it had soon become obvious that the man was only interested in saving his own hide.


I should have left then, Zeth had almost demanded it.


But by the night after the dinner party Magwier had started to sense something else coming, something as powerful as it was fragile.


Something that could change everything.


A cough rose up from Magwier’s gut, it brought a foul taste into his mouth. Internal bleeding? He wondered. Not good.


Still though he’d been worse, Hell he’d been dead more times than he cared to remember.


The helicopter lowered out of the clouds sending squalls of snow flying everywhere. An image filled Magwier’s mind, he saw himself hopping through the snow looking gruesome and ridiculous all at once.


Oh my. He realized. Oh my my my my.


He gave Galen a nudge and whispered, “When I say run, run.”


The turncoat prince stayed silent.


A single shot rang out. The rotor on the helicopter's tail section literally fell apart sending the craft into a lurching spin. Some of the donnrup panicked and took to the air but most of them, as well as all the drones, were caught in the path of the falling helicopter.


It hit the ground with a squealing crash, the main rotor went flying. Magwier screamed at Galen to run and then made a break for the treeline. Every few hops he landed on his wounded leg and his face was going gray from the pain of it.


Jason Magwier heard the sounds of gunfire and pursuit.






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