Siege At Freaktown Ch. 21

Another of Bennett's crew had arrived by chopper, with the Soldiers of Human Liberty insignia painted on its sliding doors. Bennett had waited patiently for his arrival, near the point of being fed up with his men not doing enough to stop the resisting forces.

"Liberty ten to liberty leader," said the pilot. "Liberty ten to liberty leader, come in."

"This is Liberty leader," Bennett answering his walkie-talkie, "it took you long enough, Douglas. We really got our hands full down here."

"I heard. Not really part of the plan."

"Well, we didn't expect these freaks to fight back. Get up here, ASAP, and finish the job. We end this tonight."

"ETA, twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes, no more."

"Copy that."

On the south side of town, Bennett's people stood guard by the barricade composed of abandoned vehicles, while listening to tunes and sharing some smokes. They even laughed and joked about the freaks they killed and how bad they smelled when they died. All was quiet until one young man became alarmed by a tremor while double checking his weapon. For a moment he thought it was nothing to worry about, that is until he felt it again.

"What was that?" He asked.

"What was what?" Asked another.

"Didn't you feel that?"

"Feel what?"

"It felt like a tremor. There it goes again."

"What are you talking about, Billy?" Asked another. "If you're worried about earthquakes, forget it. Freaktown doesn't have any as far as I know."

"I know I felt something, Lou."

"You didn't feel shit."

Soon everyone else began to feel it as well, all with the same exact theory. Then it became Lou's turn to feel those tremors himself, now fully convinced it was not Billy's imagination. The tremors themselves were now eerily noisy and grew louder by each passing moment.

"See," said Billy. "Don't tell me I didn't feel shit."

"What the hell is that?" Said Lou, looking over the barricade. "Are those bombs going off?"

"No, those are not explosions. It feels more like... footsteps."

"That's ridiculous. Josh."

"I'm on it."

Josh took out a pair of binoculars, discovering something coming straight towards his direction. As it turned out, the source of the tremors came from something big, muscular, and coming in fast.

"Oh, shit," he said.

"What?" Lou asked. "What do you see?"

"Incoming! We got incoming!"

Goliath was leading the charge, about ready to steamroll through the barricade of vehicles that awaited him.

"What the fuck is that?" Yelled one man, seeing the muscular being getting closer. "He doesn't have a head! He doesn't have a head and he's coming at us!"

"Light 'em up!" Said Lou.

Gunfire greeted Goliath, forcing him to duck and dodge the incoming slugs. The shooters were soon greeted with arrows raining down above them. The Harpy triplets cleared the way for Goliath who plowed right through the blockade. The shooters fell back as the big man opened up the floodgates for his crew to deliver some damage.

Snipers moved to their positions, firing upon the resistance breaking through the barricade. The Harpies were now equipped with arrows taped up with dynamite sticks. Each of them had their own lighters, lighting up the sticks and launching them. One arrow entered the muzzle of one man's rifle, and before he realized the lit fuse it was too late.

The other snipers suffered the same fate, mostly getting their arms and legs blown off. On the streets, the exploding dynamite sent people flying through the air while forcing the rest to an immediate retreat.

One Asian woman in a trench coat and knee high boots approached what was left of the hospital in human control. They fired upon the resistance, preventing them from reaching the entrance way. Five went down while the rest fell back seeking cover, giving the mutant the opportunity to show off her skills.

The shooters inside held their fire once they saw her coming towards them without carrying any weapon. They had no idea what they were up against until she removed the coat. Her belly opened up like a Venus flytrap with razor sharp teeth. A long and slimy tongue shot out of the mouth, wrapping itself around one man's throat. He was dragged all the way towards the mouth where his head was completely bitten off.

"Did you see that?" Said one man, shocked at what just happened. "You fucking see that shit? Kill that fucking whore!"

After leading the charge, the woman spat out the severed head, knocking the shooter down. The rest made their move while the mysterious woman had vines armed with razor sharp thorns, shot out of her wrists. Throats were being wrapped up and squeezed until heads were completely severed. The thorns were sharp enough to slice through muscle and bone. One shooter lost his head and another his lower jaw. Others lost arms, legs, and had their bellies slashed, spilling their intestines all over the pavement.

The rest retreated back to the hospital for cover, but it didn't work out as planned. The vines smashed through the doors, grabbed one shooter and dragged him back outside. Another was lifted up head first towards the ceiling, killing him on impact. The last one standing just realized his weapon was jammed, giving the mutant female time to finish him off.

The thinly sharp thorns sliced right through his arms, leaving him with two bloody stumps. The pain was excruciating and the mutant had no intention in putting him out of misery. His comrades outside approached the mutant, but turned back after seeing the amount of damage she had done.

"Wait! Help me!" Shouted the lone man they left behind. "Come back here!"

The mutant took some time approaching her last victim crawling away, as if she was in no hurry to finish him off. She turned the shooter over to see the fear on his face, and listened to him beg for mercy. He was practically in tears and pissed on himself, leaving the mutant delighted and thrilled to see a tough guy turn into a scared little child.

"Please," he begged, "it's not my fault. I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" The mutant responded. "It's amazing to see a man like yourself destroy lives, and then beg for his own life like it means anything."

"Don't."

"One more thing, my name is not fucking whore."

She hadn't forgotten it was he who insulted her while leading the charge, and receiving a face full of his comrade's severed head, leaving him dazed by the impact. He was now in fear of losing his own head.

"Please, don't."

"But you can call me," she said, as one vine slithered out from her wrist, "a bad bitch."

"No!"

He screamed no more after losing his head.

During the intense battles, some of the citizens who refused to fight remained in the shadows looking on. Despite losing what they owned or loved, neither wanted any part in risking their own lives. Their attitudes would soon change once they received video messages from their phones. Carlos' speech at the warehouse was filmed and downloaded to anyone who owned a phone. Everyone grew inspired by his words of encouragement, fully convinced he was in fact a savior who wanted to save the town for the people.

"They may call us freaks," said Carlos, "and they may call us monsters, but those people out there, hunting us and destroying our homes are the real monsters."

The word spread far and wide. Those without firearms picked up crowbars, bats, sticks, and whatever sharp object they can use.

"They started this fight," said Carlos, "and you can be damn sure we're gonna finish it."

Neighbors, friends, families, and loved ones shared the video. Those who saw their own businesses go up in flames, listened to every word coming out of the young lieutenant's mouth, They quit hiding and quickly stepped outside, ready to face their fear and confront the enemy head on.

Everyone in the neighborhood gathered together and began the charge. The yells from the citizens caught the shooters' attention, who wasted no time in mowing them down one by one. No matter how many were struck down, more kept coming with payback in their hearts.

"Fall Back!" Yelled one man, seeing he and his men were outnumbered, despite having all the hardware.

They began the retreat, but not before several of their own had their skulls bashed in. More citizens appeared on the streets with weapons, blocking the shooters' path and surrounding them. They were all jumped and beaten to death without any mercy from the citizens. Their firearms would be taken from their dead hands, giving the citizens a much better chance against the enemy.

Gemini had her own unique way in fighting. Her left side preferred using a blade while the other handled a gun. At the same time they slashed and shot their way through enemy forces, leaving Gemini with a smile on the right side of her face.

"You're enjoying yourself too much," said her left side.

"So what?" Said her other half. "Are we suppose to play nice with these assholes?"

"No, I guess not."

"Stick with the plan and we'll be all right. We don't need any rescuing from anybody."

"Damn right."

The small blade attached to a cord was launched from Gemini's wristband, nailing one shooter in the shoulder. The weapon sprung right back to her general direction, dragging him close enough for her other half to gun him down. Again the weapon shot out of Gemini's wrist, hitting one individual by the throat. One pull forced him to fly over Gemini's head, leaving her better half to gun him down over their head.

Gemini spun around nailing another shooter but not before spotting a sniper who had his sights on her. With her agility she somersaulted away from the down pour of gun fire. Down on one knee she launched the knife into the sniper's shoulder, pulling him out of the window, filling his body with lead before hitting the pavement.

On the north side, No Face and his team fought tooth and nail against the terrorists shouting, "for human liberty" as their battle cry. It did little to their cause. Duncan was on the ground, firing balls of light at his intended targets while his better half scooped some of hers, tossing them aside like rag dolls.

"Move in!" No Face shouted. "Knock those bastards hard!"

The old vet threw grenades, and shot his way towards the shooters who stood their ground. Two of them decided to rush him out of desperation, but that plan fell apart fast after both were gunned down. While reloading his weapon, the other shooters surrounded him. Unintimidated by his actions, they decided not to kill him just yet.

"You got nowhere to go, grandpa," said one man, anxious to go up against the old vet. "What do you say, boys? Let's teach this old freak a lesson in manners."

"I'm down with that," said another.

The problem with these men was they were young and never once set foot in any battlefield. They were the type that believe holding a weapon makes them tough and fearless. No face dropped his firearm and pulled out a Bowie knife, all nice and sharp for the right occasion.

"Take your best shot, punks," he said.

One rushed at him, getting a knife plunged into his stomach. The old vet flipped over the next one, driving his blade into his chest. The following one got cut below his knee. While screaming in pain, No Face drove his blade under the poor guy's chin. For an old man, the sergeant could still hold his own than any young soldier in combat. The rest of the group were quickly dealt with, leaving them all bleeding and left for dead

"Old freak my ass," said No face, wiping the blood off his knife.

Furball went on a tear with both his gun and animal instincts. He scratched, clawed, and bit his way at the shooters who managed to graze his arm twice. The Catman didn't allow the pain to get in the way of his mission. Instead it would be him delivering it.

During the firefight one manhole cover lifted up, where the local resident who lived underneath got a glimpse at what it craved the most.

"Come to papa, meat," it said.

The shooter got close enough for the croc mutant to pull his legs and drag him down into the sewer. He yelled for help but it was far too late for his comrades to save him. Another one screamed while being pulled through the nearest storm drain.

"What the fuck?" Yelled one shooter.

"Help!" Screamed the shooter being pulled down. "Get it off! Get it off me!"

By the time help arrived he was pulled all the way down, screaming his last breath on earth. The shooters fired their weapons at the storm drain in complete desperation, with not a single shot hitting its target.

"Where'd he go?" Asked one man. "Where the fuck did he go?"

While distracted they were gunned down by the incoming forces. One was badly wounded and tried crawling his way out, only to run into a pair of reptilian eyes peeking through one open manhole.

"Meat for the taking," said Buzzy, dragging his fresh prize down below.

In midtown, Tek and Seta held their own with Carlos and Helena backing them up. The young lieutenant wasted no time in testing out his newfound skills as an immortal, choke slamming one man to the ground and another tossed in the air above him. Helena flew in and tackled the tossed shooter right up against the nearest brick wall.

The vampire couple worked well together with their combined strength. The young lieutenant dodged several shots made towards him. Testing out his speed he tackled the shooter down, knocking the wind out of him.

Helena kept herself busy clothes lining one biker off his seat. She then picked up the motorcycle and tossed it straight towards the incoming van.

"Fuck!" The driver yelled, before ducking his head.

The motorcycle slammed into the windshield, stopping the van in its tracks. Helena took the biker's weapon and fired upon the cycle's fuel tank. The driver crawled his way out before both the motorcycle and his van blew up altogether.

"You're a fast learner," said Helena.

"Hell yeah," said Carlos. "This is better than using a gun."

"Or a corvette."

"You had to go there."

Helena jumped onto the next incoming van, smashing her fist against the windshield, and ripping it right off the hinges. The two men inside were pulled out of their seats and thrown clear across the pavement. Helena then climbed on top of the van, ripping off one of the back doors, sticking her head upside down to greet those inside.

"Good evening," she said.

Carlos stood there getting a view of Helena's handy work. All three shooters were man handled and thrown out of the van. Helena climbed right back on top, wiping herself off, noticing Carlos looking right at her.

"What?" She asked. "Do I have blood on my face?"

"Not a drop," Carlos answered.

Everyone watched her in action. Those unfamiliar with her vampiric abilities received first hand knowledge up close. Seeing their faces made her feel like she was a sideshow attraction.

"What are you freaks standing around for?" She yelled. "You want to live forever don't you?"

"Your girl is a bad ass," said Tek.

"Yeah," said Carlos, "that's why I love her. Come on."

Lucifer lifted the manhole cover, salivating and waiting for the right time to grab hold of one helpless prey.

"That's it, meat," he said, "just a little closer."

The leader of the Croc clan made his move, dragging the poor soul down below. Bennett took notice of what happened and fired upon the pavement.

"They're attacking us from below!" He shouted, alerting his people to fire back at targets they couldn't see.

A delivery truck was on the move carrying a load of shooters inside. Ahead of them a thick fog suddenly blanketed the entire block, making it impossible for the driver to see up ahead.

"I can't see shit," he said.

The fog drew near his window where Stax' face appeared, preparing himself to have some fun.

"Boo," he said, freaking out the driver.

Stax slipped under the truck and turned it over on its side. He then proceeded to the oncoming delivery van, flipping it upside down. Those inside stormed out firing upon the fog, with no idea in what they were actually hitting.

"You can't hurt me, losers," said Stax, feeling the slugs passing through him without a scratch.

The fog was cover enough for the crocs to make their own move. One by one the shooters were all dragged down into the sewers, screaming for help.

"Douglas," said Bennett, speaking on his walkie-talkie and getting desperate, "where the hell are you?"

"I'm inbound, Liberty leader."

"Take 'em out!"

Tek was alerted by the sounds from above, assuming it was the news chopper passing through, until he got a better look that it was something much worse. The chopper's sliding door opened up and the gunner onboard was set to fire his GPMG.

"Incoming!" Tek alerted everyone.

The shells came down pulverizing anything that stood in the way. Vehicles were lit up and bodies littered the streets. Seta stood her ground firing at the chopper, but not enough to cause any real damage. Rather than seeking cover the humanoid was greeted with hot lead piercing through her body.

"No! Seta!" Tek screamed, rushing to her aid.

She laid on the ground severely wounded without moving a muscle. Tek got there but it was too late. Heartbroken over the loss of his friend, all he could do was sit down and cradle her corpse. Carlos and Helena already knew their comrade was gone just by seeing the sadness on Tek's face.

"Seta," said Carlos.

"What the hell was that?" Helena asked.

"Desperation from Bennett. Now we really have our hands full."

The chopper came for another pass in annihilating everyone down below. The gunner was ready to do just that until something caught the pilot's undivided attention.

"What the hell?" He said, seeing a couple of balls of light heading his way.

Douglas made a hard right avoiding whatever it was that wanted to take him down. It turned out the vampire couple had received some air support from Dragona, carrying both Duncan and No Face.

"Outstanding," said Carlos.

Dragona gently placed both men down, using sign language to discuss a game plan with Duncan.

"How's your side?" Carlos asked.

"Furball is in control of the situation," said No Face. "We got 'em good, lieutenant, and we had unexpected help down below. Do we have soldiers I don't know about?"

"Sort of. They're not really on our side but they're useful."

Duncan's hands lit up, launching balls of light onto the vans coming towards him, stopping them in their tracks. Two of those vehicles flipped over right above his head, forcing him to take cover. Dragona made her move from the rear, grabbing a couple of bikers and smashing their heads together She landed on one pickup, tearing the roof off with her bare hands. Those inside, both a male and female, were taken from their seats, easily thrown aside like rag dolls.

Down below, Lucifer led his family back to their realm, carrying loads of fresh meat as promised. Most of the people they carried were either dead or unconscious. One of the victims he dragged was very much alive, struggling to break out of the scaly forearm around his throat.

"Get the fuck off me!" He yelled. "Get your slimy fucking hands off me, you fucking freak! Do you know who I am, huh? Do you know who the fuck I am?"

"I know who you are," said Lucifer, "you're gonna be my main course."

"You fucking freak! One phone call and you're all fucking dead! You hear me? You're all fucking dead!"

"You know what? Your mouth is giving me a headache, and I don't like getting headaches when I'm hungry."

Lucifer broke the man's neck, silencing him for good but felt a bit disappointed doing so.

"Shit," he said, "I love eating them when they're alive, but I can't stand the chit chat. Let's keep it moving, family. We got a feast to prepare."

Everyone snarled in agreement and kept up the pace.

On the south side, Goliath suffered a wound to the shoulder but continued on with his mission. On the roof the last of the snipers laid bleeding with a blown off leg. Despite losing blood, he was able to drag himself towards his rifle and fired at one of the Harpies, hitting her in the wing. She screamed in pain and fell straight down towards the pavement. The other two heard her cry and fired their arrows at the shooter, finishing him off for good. The wounded harpy was alive but she would not take flight anytime soon.

The chopper came back for another pass, tearing up the block and anyone standing in the way. Everyone ducked for cover unaware of one shooter on the rooftop of the local movie theater, who had his sights focused on Dragona. Duncan noticed the red dot shining on her back, forcing him to take action. He screamed like never before and pushed her out of the line of fire. Once Dragona realized what just happened it was far too late. The shot meant for her instead entered Duncan's back. Dragona rushed right over to his aid, laying him down gently before he hit the pavement.

"Why?" She asked him through sign language. "Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?"

"Because... I love you," Duncan answered before passing away.

Dragona's eyes let out buckets of tears and her heart shattered. At the top of her lungs she screamed in anguish for all to hear including the one man who tried to kill her.

The shooter was ready to take another shot at the now saddened gargoyle. Dragona spotted her target and flew up towards him. One shot was fired grazing her arm, angering the gargoyle even further. He was tackled hard, losing his grip on the rifle. Dragona pinned his shoulders down, clawed his face over and over until there was no flesh left. After her hands were drenched in blood she screamed to the heavens once again.

No face climbed on top of one delivery van, attempting to get a better shot at the dark chopper.

"Come on!" He yelled. "Who the fuck wants it?"

Both he and the gunner fired upon each other. Carlos wanted to help him out but a blast from a grenade launcher knocked him off his feet. The young lieutenant slowly got up to see No Face being gunned down. Helena was coming to his aid until someone on the back of a motorcycle fired a grappling hook straight into her back. Helena was then dragged away and No Face fell off the vehicle, bleeding profusely on the pavement.

"Sergeant!" Carlos yelled, rushing to his aid. "Sergeant, hang on!"

He knew it was bad and No Face didn't have enough time left. The young lieutenant wanted to take him to the hospital, but the old veteran would not allow it.

"I got you," said Carlos.

"You fight on, soldier," said No Face, coughing blood. "You fight on."

"We fight on together."

"No... it's up to you, kid. You're the one... to finish it. Don't you give up, you hear me?"

"I hear you."

"Don't let those bastards win."

"I won't."

"It was... an honor, a great honor... fighting with... you."

A couple of coughs of blood and one last breath faded from the old veteran who Carlos was proud to have as a brother in arms.

"The honor was mine, sir," he said, both sad and angry over the loss.

Carlos now focused on helping Helena out until she whispered a message into his ear, telling him she had the situation under control. Soon he would learn who fired the shot that knocked him down earlier.

"There you are," said Bennett, approaching him. "The savior. I was wondering if we'd finally meet before you die."

Carlos balled up his fists, ready to give his foe a much needed beat down. Instead he stood his ground, taking the time to calm himself after No Face died in his arms. The young lieutenant rose up and turned around, facing Bennett one on one for the first time.

"How many people," said Bennett, "has the savior saved so far? Not much if you ask me."

"I wouldn't know," said Carlos, "I lost count. I heard you want to kill me last. Is that still the plan?"

"It is."

"Then take your best shot."

"Gladly."

Bennett fired a shot from the grenade launcher at his intended target. When the smoke cleared he discovered there was no one there.

"What the hell? Where'd you go?"

"You missed," said Carlos, appearing behind him.

Bennett turned around but Carlos was nowhere to be seen.

"Try again," said Carlos, appearing before him.

"That's impossible," said Bennett, "you're human."

"I got bad news; not anymore."

One punch to the jaw sent Bennett flying into the pavement.

Douglas was prepared to go for another pass until he spotted Dragona on the roof, literally destroying one of his own people.

"What the hell is that?" He said, in disbelief over what he saw.

"Is that a... demon?" The gunner asked.

"Kill it, Beck! Kill it now!"

His gunner fired at his new target, alerting Dragona to fly off before the slugs rained down upon her body. Soon the chopper chased after her, bringing all the heat from the rear.

Helena hung on tight while being dragged from one block to another. She ended that by flying straight up and pulling the other end of the rope, forcing the shooter off his leather seat, slamming him straight down towards the pavement.

"This is really going to hurt," said Helena, reaching behind her back and pulling the rope off the end of the hook.

The biker realized what just happened to his partner and turned around with a weapon in hand. Helena was in severe pain while pulling the grappling hook out of her chest. After succeeding she fell on one knee, gasping for air while the biker came her way shooting. Helena threw the grappling hook like a javelin, nailing him right off his seat. His partner would not be so lucky as Helena gave him a helping hand, not out of the goodness of her heart.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, ripping his helmet off, "but I could use a bite. What do you think?"

"Fuck you, freak," he said.

"I love it when they beg."

Helena sank her fangs into his neck, helping herself to a drink of the bloody kind.

Douglas continued his pursuit of Dragona while Beck had a hard time connecting his moving target. The pilot continued the chase, making it his own personal vendetta after what transpired on the roof. Dragona flew left and the chopper stayed on her, leaving an even bigger path of destruction among midtown.

"You're not getting away from me, bitch," said Douglas.

"Keep fucking still," said Beck, unable to take his target down. "Shit! She's too fast!"

Without backup from her husband, Dragona was in this fight all on her own. Down below she was greeted by gunfire and RPG's. The chopper came close to being struck down, forcing Douglas to rely on evasive maneuvers.

"They're gonna kill us down there," said Beck.

"Where did Bennett get these guys?" said Douglas.

Carlos wasn't going to make it easy for Bennett. He could kill him with his newfound power, but in the end he wanted to see this maniac suffer in prison. Bennett reloaded his grenade launcher over and over again, gathering all the shells he had in the bag over his shoulder.

"Give it up, Lloyd," said Carlos. "Your boys are not around to save you. Do yourself a favor and surrender."

"You're gonna have to kill me," said Bennett, "before I do any such thing."

"What was the point in burning down the town? You had no intention in living here, did you? Reserving it for humans was never your goal."

"Even with you all gone, your filthy stench would still reek this town."

"Why do you hate freaks so much? At least answer that question."

"Because they were born."

"That's not much of an answer."

"I don't care. I lived for this moment for a long time, and I will accomplish what I started whether it kills me or not."

From behind, the young lieutenant wrapped his arm around Bennett's throat, being careful in not breaking his neck or choking him out.

"The party's over, puto," said Carlos. "I'm locking your ass up."

"I'm not going to prison, papi," said Bennett.

"The way I see it, you don't have any say in the matter."

"I beg to differ."

In an unexpected move Bennett pulled out a silver knife, plunging it into Carlos' thigh. The young lieutenant felt the burning sensation like his whole leg was on fire. He loosened his grip on Bennett, giving his foe a chance to turn around and fire the weapon into his chest. The blast sent Carlos flying into the pavement, leaving him with a smoky shirt and a hole in his chest.

"Hel was right," he said, "silver does hurt like a motherfucker."

It hurt even more when he pulled the knife out, burning the palm of his hand.

Dragona suffered a graze on her wing and one slug came close to hitting her head. She turned right with Douglas staying on her, but as he got there his target was nowhere in sight.

"Where the fuck did she go?" He asked. "Beck, you see her anywhere?"

"Negative."

"Keep looking. She's gotta be around somewhere."

Something had struck the chopper from behind, nearly knocking Beck off.

"What the hell was that?" Douglas asked.

Dragona had latched onto the rear of the chopper, crawling her way towards the open door.

"She's up here!" Beck shouted. "She's up fucking here!"

"Kill that bitch now!" Douglas yelled.

Beck was set to finish her off until his target was no longer in sight. He found no sign of her anywhere.

"Where the hell did she go?" He wondered.

Up ahead, Dragona appeared around the corner, heading straight towards the chopper like a guided missile.

"Beck!" Douglas yelled. "Over here! She's up-."

It was too late for Beck to take action once Dragona smashed right through the cockpit window. First she focused on Beck, snatching the weapon and clubbing him with it, sending his corpse straight towards the fiery debris below. With the weapon in her possession, the gargoyle aimed it in Douglas' direction.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He said, seeing his fate completely sealed. "Nooo!"

Dragona fired the weapon, riddling Douglas' entire body with burning hot lead and surrounded in an enormous pool of his own blood. The anguished gargoyle fired until all shells were spent, and took her cue abandoning the chopper.

Carlos struggled a bit while his chest wound began to heal itself. Bennett approached him, anxious to put the young lieutenant away for good.

"I'm curious," he asked, "does it hurt when it heals?"

"A little," Carlos answered. "but I'll get used to it."

"You know, I was planning on using that knife on your girlfriend. I would have enjoyed carving her ass up."

"You must be pissed she's not laying here right now."

"Maybe I'll still get my chance."

During the conversation, Douglas' chopper was headed in their general direction, completely out of control.

"What do you think?" Bennett asked. "A shot to the head?"

"Maybe a stake to the heart," Carlos answered. "That usually works."

"I'm fresh out of stakes. I'll just have to take my chance."

The chopper was in range, drawing closer to the two combatants. Both men saw it and assumed the pilot was making another run gunning down the rest of the resistance.

"A human," said Bennett, "living among the freaks. How did you accomplish that?"

"I got lucky," Carlos answered.

"Now you're one of them, and you get to die like them."

"Haven't you heard? I'm immortal."

Bennett was about to pull the trigger of his grenade launcher until Carlos kicked his hand up, getting him instead to fire upon the chopper, turning it into one blazing fireball. The chopper took a nose dive before scattering fiery debris towards the two men.

"Mierde," said Carlos, kicking Bennett out of his way and taking cover.

The hot metallic debris came down upon both men and buried them alive.