High Mountain Horror Part IV
March 24, 2010
Hannah didn’t seem extremely pleased to be used as bait, but she was willing. This was another point towards her being more than just a pretty face. I just hoped she was a Stalwart and not some other race of Xemmoni that hated the Glooms more than I did. Wait, I’m not sure that’s possible.
Like a cloud of pestilence, the Glooms road their rancid fog towards her. She stood in the center of the street as snow danced around her slim body. The scene was half beautiful and half tainted, for as the foul corrupted fog reached her, it turned the thick flanks a polluted gray.
Their voices began a taunting whisper and I saw Hannah clench her knife until her fingers were as white as the snow that covered her.
The Glooms drew in, their sickles held high. They had no love of her beauty or will to live.
They were fools, in more ways that one.
With a roar, my motorcycle exploded out of the alley. One of them was run down before the others even knew what was happening. The second took my knife and at the speed I was going, it passed through his head until it burst out of the back of his skull.
One thought enough of himself to attempt to run towards me. I hoped off the bike and let it ghost ride over the bastard. The last one attempted to escape, but Hannah was all over it. She tackled him from behind and for the second time, I saw her get down to business in a way no cute little blonde should, for she had slit his throat so wide his head was nearly taken off.
But someone was coming. The Glooms had alerted the Darcarre to our presense. My bike was still okay and I’m rattling off what has happened in case there are any Stalwarts in the area that can help us. We went back to our room to collect our meager supply of weapons.
But they are coming.
If you like what you see, check out Jacks first series of adventures in The First Chronicles Of Jack Primus