BRAND NEW The Chronicles of Coral:CHAPTER 2: Devil's Child

[Azbats]

It was a dark and chilly night, but the sky was clear and the stars and moon bathed the jungle in a violet shroud. It wasn’t hard to track where the Android and FOnewearl had gone. Dana was just surprised that the sound hadn’t woken her or her companion up. But when she fell upon a pieces of the androids smouldering body she had a suspicion. She raised her hand ordering the HUmar to stop and with deliberate movements pointed for him to break left. He obeyed the instructions and Dana remained still.
“I know you’re here Jazmine.” Shouted Dana, her eyes darting around, surveying the area. “Why did you destroy Malcat?”
She didn’t get an instant response from her question, but she heard the rustle of leaves in the trees above.

Dana grabbed her pistol from the holster and glided across the ground pointing the gun upwards to where she detected movement. The silence was broken by Jazmine’s voice; at least it appeared to be. It was distorted and twisted. There seemed to be a presence speaking through her and it was loud and very definite.
“Are you afraid of the dark Dana?” Asked the voice.
She remained quiet and tried to pin point where the speech had come from, but with so many trees for the sound to bounce off, it was difficult.
“When you close your eyes do you see him?” It continued, ending the sentence with a sick chuckle.
This time the voice appeared to come from behind and Dana spun around. The voice laughed at her reactions: “I’m all around you Dana, everywhere you turn I’ll be there.”
A bolt of lightning flashed from the heavens and Dana dived, arms outstretched, to avoid its might. The ground where she had been standing exploded into flames, razed by the technique.

The voice laughed again: “I can strike you down whenever I want Ranger.”
Dana remained composed and pulled herself to her feet. Suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder. She spun around to receive the full force of Jazmine’s rod crashing into her chest. She was flung backwards her fall eventually broken by one of the stoic trees that had remained in the jungle many hundred years.

Dana tasted brimstone and coughed violently spitting out her fresh blood. Her eyesight was slightly blurring, caused by the impact of the blow. She could make out Jazmine walking slowly towards her. Her eyes a burning flame. She was possessed!

“I thought you would have been tougher than this, Ranger!” The FOnewearl mocked.
Dana looked around her but couldn’t see her handgun. When Jazmine was nearly upon her she grabbed a pliable branch above her pulling it down and then releasing. The branch sprung back to position connecting cleanly with Jazmine’s jaw and sending her off balance. Using the palms of her hands and a twist of her hips, Dana sprang back to her feet. This time she sent her own fist cascading into the FOnewearl’s jaw. Following quickly with a kick to the midriff. It was Jazmine’s turn to taste blood as she slumped back.

There was a demonic scream and a fireball shot out of the Newman’s fingertips. It exploded in the tree behind Dana hurtling shrapnel like showers of wood into her back. Dana shrieked in pain and dropped to her knees. A boot smacked her in the face knocking her onto her wounded back. More shocking pain!
“Elite!” Growled Jazmine. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with here.”
Dana had no time for bravado, just survival. She swept Jazmine’s feet from under her and pummelled her clenched, bloodied fist into the FO’s sternum with a mighty crack.

Once more the Newman let out a disturbing scream and twisting its body grabbed Dana by her neck. The grip was immense. Whatever power was controlling Jazmine seemed to possess implausible strength. Although she was just over five foot the FOnewearl lifted Dana clean off her feet pinning her to the trunk behind her. The Ranger tried in vain to break the release of the smaller, lithe girl, her vision beginning to fade along with any hope.

“Oi!” came a cry from behind the FO.
Without releasing her grip she turned her head to see who it was behind her. The HUmar held his blade tightly in both hands, a wry smile pursed upon his lips.
“’You know…” He began. ”I had a feeling you were gonna be a complete bitch!” With this, his green blade glinting in the moonlight, he sliced Jazmine’s head clean off her shoulders. Her body remained upright for a brief moment before sinking, marionette like, to the smouldering cinders on the Jungle floor.

Dana clasped her throat coughing furiously while trying to take a breath. The HUmar opened a flask of water and offered it to his partner.
“You look like shit, beautiful!” He laughed.
Dana couldn’t help but chuckle back: “Take your sweet time why dontcha.”
“Sue me! I love watching a good bitch fight. That was one psychopathic Newman.”
“That wasn’t Jazmine.” Corrected Dana rising to her feet.
“What?” Quizzed Rai’Kal
“Whoever it was, it had possessed her. Something severely fucked up is going on ‘round here.”

There was a pause that was broken by a sadistic laugh. Dana and Rai’Kal looked at the severed head that lay on the ground. It was laughing as a thick black ooze seeped from the wound.
“They’re all inside of me.” It gargled behind a mouthful of blood and fluids. “I own them all. They’re a part of me now. Even HIM Dana Pearce.”
“What do you mean?” She demanded.
The fire red that burned in the Newman’s eyes now faded, as did the laugh.
“What… the… fuck… is going on here?” Rai’Kal asked with utter disbelief on his face.
“I dunno.” Replied Dana. “But the answer lie ahead.”

Limping and wincing the Ranger and the HUmar made their way back to the temporary camp. Dana pondered on the last words the demon had said begging herself not to believe what it might have meant.

“Javah?” She whispered.


Well there you go people, the end of Chapter 2 and believe me when i say the pace goes bonkers from here on in...

Chapter 3 will be up next Friday... Please leave a couple of words to say what you thought

Many thanks... Azbats