Dreamers Chapter 22 Read Count : 66

Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

“You have really done well for yourself Michael.” The Queen observes as she is escorted through the extravagant house.

“On the blood of subs no doubt.” Taylor says heard only by the First Hunter.

“Actually little boy, killing subs does not pay. Now a little crime mixed with legitimate business interest and some greasing of palms gets you disgustingly rich.”

“I am a little glad he is only in your head.  I can just imagine the irritating things he is saying.”

The First Hunter kicks her square in the back with the sole of his boot. The surprise kick knocks her to the ground. Grasping her hair roughly he pulls back her head. “I have heard enough out of you to last the rest of existence.”

“We only hurt the ones we love.” Taylor observes shaking his head at the violent display.

“You! You know nothing about what she did to me. I am going to find a way to get my hands on you, and when I do you will suffer endlessly.” the First Hunter yells at Taylor.

“Aww I love you too.”

With a growl the First Hunter roughly pulls the Queen to her feet and pushes her onward.

Walking along the hallway Taylor decides it's a little too quiet. “I think you need a nickname of sorts. Since you get to call me little boy I should have a name for you.”

The First Hunter pretends to ignore him as he continues. “I could go with the obvious and call you body snatcher, but that’s as cumbersome as ’the First Hunter’.” saying the last with a gesture for quotations. “I mean who actually wants to be known like that? It’s like a big assed label that says ’I am old’. Why not Hunter Prime, or President Hunter. The way your boys do your bidding you could call yourself Cobra Commander or something stupid like that.”

The First Hunter refuses to acknowledge even the pop culture reference as he approaches a digital panel on the wall. “I suppose I could call you some sort of play on Michael since you have given that name up too. There is the obvious Mike or Mikey but your all serious and stuff all the time so I feel like that doesn’t fit.”

The door beside the panel opens up and the group piles into the elevator. “You know what? I think I know what I will call you. Pokey.”

The First Hunters irritation begins to show as he pushes the down button repeatedly. “Yeah Pokey because you like to walk around with this glowing spear and stab people with it.”

The door closes and the elevator begins it descent. “So Pokey? If you’re the Queen’s cursed, does that mean that Eve and Mel are your daughters?” he clenches his fists tightly as his anger begins to grow out of control. “You are? You sly dog. You’re a father twice over? Wait that means I am like your cursed in-law or something? Oh that works! From now on I will call you Dad.”

Finally losing control the First Hunter punches the steel housing of the elevator shaking the whole box while it continues its descent. The guards at his side look at him nervously waiting for what might come next.

Awkward silence stays in the air for all but the First Hunter. “Wow dad, you really need to learn how to control that anger. So anyways, how did you get the name Michael anyways.  As far as I know it is supposed to mean like close to God or something which makes it like Judeo-Christian or something. Judaism is supposed to be pretty old but is it that old?”

The elevator beeps and the doors open into an underground facility.  The concrete walls look fairly new and the mobile look of the setup of computers in the main entrance suggest this is not a long term establishment. “Well I suppose that answers my next question. I mean why would a rich multinational hate group bent on genocide take up residence in Halifax unless of course it was only temporary.”

On the screens were many rooms being monitored on divided screens.  Each room was too small to see individually from a distance but it was clear there was alot of people there. As we walk past a man dressed as security takes up stride beside the hunter.

“First Sir! All the preparations you requested are in place in the main forum. It is ready to begin at your leisure.”

“Excellent, take the group there now, I will be right behind you.”

The security man takes the group in hand and leads them down the corridor.

“Now that we are alone you and I are going to clear up a few things, boy.”

“Yeah, my dad is going to pay attention to me.”

“That is precisely the crap that is going to get your precious queen killed.”

“First of all dad, not my queen. Second, your going to kill her anyways even if they send a rescue, which is why they probably wont. Third, the way I see it, the sooner you kill her the sooner I get my body back free of you and your anger management problem.”

“When I kill her, the rest of the subs will be rounded up in short order without her to inspire them. There is no tie between her and I.”

“I may not know everything about how this cursed thing works, but I do know that this whole reborn side of things is related to them being alive. Your probably going to kill her and get your soul sucked up the devils ass. Then you will spend the rest of your existence being tortured for your crimes.”

“You’re dumber than you look sometimes. The lord of the underworld made this bargain with me. When all the subs are gone he will claim dominion over this realm and I will have a special place at his side.”

“So you made a deal with the devil? Somehow, you expect that it’s going to end well for you? You know what, I am going to grab some popcorn and maybe some marshmallows. When all this shit starts going south on you I am going to eat sooo much buttery salty goodness. When the devil roasts your ass for failing, or succeeding, I am going to roast those marshmallows and smother them with a big old serving of ’I told you so.’.”

“I kinda like this bravado of yours boy. I am going to like watching it drain from your face when I figure out how to get my hands on you. Now, come along. I am really looking forward to this show.”

Comments

  • No Comments
Log Out?

Are you sure you want to log out?