Siege At Freaktown Ch. 11

The Harpy triplets continued their onslaught, firing their arrows at the terrorists while dodging their gunfire. On the ground they were even harder to pick off due to their quickness. With their razor sharp claws and teeth, faces were being torn and throats sliced open, leaving the rest of the terrorists at a loss for words.

Blackbird, a part man part bird like being, swooped down across the neighborhood, fighting off the shooters who had a tough time attempting to clip his wings. On the ground he used his razor sharp talons to grabbed one of them, tossing him at his nervous comrades. Quickly, the birdman spun his way up in the air, avoiding the hot lead coming towards him. Back on the ground he used his dark wings to knock some shooters clear across the street.

One shooter fired his weapon, grazing a few dark feathers. Blackbird lunged at the man, using his talons to latch onto his face, taking him straight up in the air. After dropping him onto the nearest rooftop, the birdman went for the kill pecking his neck and face with his dark beak. The shooter dug into his pocket, pulling out a hand grenade. After pulling the pin off with his teeth, he held on to Blackbird's leg as the grenade went off killing the both of them.

Ten blocks away, a van and two pickups were on the move when calls for help spread all over every walkie talkie each shooter held.

"They're attacking us!" Said the voice on the other end. "We need backup for fuck's sake!"

"Who's attacking you?" Said the passenger of the van. "I say again, who's attacking you?"

"The fucking freaks! They're fighting back! We need help out here! We need.-"

"What freaks? Who's getting hit?"

The sound of static was the only response he received. The passenger tried making contact once more but received only giggling that didn't sound human.

"The hell was that, Phil?" The driver asked. "What do we do?"

"We keep going. The fuck is he talking about; they're fighting back? They're fucking freaks; they can't fight."

"I don't like this."

"They were probably too scared to confront them. A bunch of pussies is what they are."

"Phil, I think we have a problem."

Waiting for them was a lone being with long wavy hair, wearing dark eye shadow and black painted lips. He was known as B-Man, an ex-con who got put away for distributing illegal bee pollen, a concoction that worked like any other drug on the streets. The ex-con just stood there, not the least bit concerned or showed fear towards the incoming vehicle.

"Who is this guy?" The driver asked.

"Who gives a shit?" Said Phil. "Ram him."

"What?"

"Are you hard of hearing, Tom? I said ram him."

Once they got close enough, B-Man opened his mouth and a swarm of bees came pouring out, flying towards the vehicles.

"What the hell?" The driver yelled.

With the windows opened the bees entered the van and pickups easily. Tom fought off against the swarm, losing focus over his own vehicle. After smashing into a fire hydrant, he stepped out and ran for his life. Phil and the pickup drivers made a run for it, leaving all their weapons behind. Once the swarm scared them all off they flew back inside B-Man's mouth.

Two shooters, a couple of southern boys, took cover in Goliath's Gymnasium. One fired straight up at the ceiling, alerting everyone inside and showering them in plaster dust.

"All right, listen up!" Yelled one of the men. "You're gonna do exactly what we say. We're taking over this joint and we're staying put until the smoke clears. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

Everyone was silent but took the threat seriously. The man's comrade rubbed his neck from the bee stings he received and worried about his own health.

"Sam," he said. "Sam, I got stung. I need to go to a hospital."

"We ain't going nowhere."

"I don't know but I think I'm dying."

"Quit complaining, Rick. We're not fucking leaving."

"Sam, I'm not kidding, I really think I'm dying."

"Then go die somewhere else."

Soon the owner of the gymnasium, Goliath, arrived on the scene, not at all pleased with his ceiling being filled with holes. He approached the two men calmly and unafraid but worried for the safety of those on the floor with their heads down.

"Who's this headless wonder?" Sam asked.

"Sam, I'm gonna be sick," said Rick. "I think I'm gonna throw up."

"Shut up or I'll put you out of your misery."

Goliath stood before them with his arms crossed and breathing heavily that was both ominous and menacing. Sam, the tough guy he believed he was, stood tall and showed no fear towards this fine specimen of a freak of nature.

"What's your problem, boy?" Sam asked. "I said what's your problem, boy?"

"He doesn't have a head," said Rick, "so he doesn't have any ears either."

"Is that so? So if I told him I fucked his mama and his wife last night, he won't hear me?"

The shooters had no idea that the big man could hear just fine. Goliath stood his ground, not intimidated by either men.

"Did ya hear that, boy?" Said Sam. "Huh, did ya hear me? I'm having fun already. Then I guess you won't hear me when I call you a-."

Sam said the one word he shouldn't have used. Goliath took both men and threw them straight through the gym's front window. Everyone inside cheered and applauded the big man for taking care of the problem. Outside was a different matter since Goliath was not a soldier nor even held a weapon in his whole existence.

The news chopper continued its coverage of the battles. The citizens were fighting back with a vengeance, giving Kerry Starr some sense of hope.

"The citizens are holding their own," she said. "The humans are in retreat."

"Where you going?" No Face yelled. "I thought you wanted to fight, you pussies? Bring your asses back!"

Those in retreat were too busy running away rather than pay attention to the old vet who wanted to continue fighting until he dropped. Deep down he knew the fight wasn't over and the terrorists would return with a new game plan. He was also worried about the safety of his new comrade-in-arms, Carlos, taken away by some flying being in a raincoat.

The terrorists in retreat would have to explain long and hard to their leader, Lloyd Bennett, as to why things turned out the way they did. It was suppose to be an extermination of every living being in the town, but instead it was an humiliating defeat and in Bennett's eyes failure was not an option.