An Empty Stomach
"You two, girls! Get up now! We're already in the thick of it!" explained Marcus as he jumped onto the table, pulling out a small Glock 42 from his boot.
"Wha... What is happening?"
Luna looked around confused. The chaos already beginning. She looked out the window.
Bang-bang-bang!
Boom!
Blood across the streets as gunfire and explosions erupted across the town.
Ratatatatata!
Slink!
Snap!
Crash!
Glass and rubble littering the roads as people's bodies flew apart, limbs everywhere, screams everywhere.
"Marcus, you said we're in the thick of it, right? Don't tell me the test already started?" asked Aria as she put away her old book.
Marcus turned to the five waiters on the other end of the diner, "those five over there."
He fired off three shots.
Bang-bang-bang!
The five waiters ducked behind the counter as he kept firing.
"You two, there's five behind that counter. We need to take them out."
Luna looked at Damon, his face dead on his plate of french fries.
"Is Damon really dead?" she asked poking his lifeless head.
Marcus turned to Damon's dead body, "yeah we lost him. Now get in the fight!"
He looked out into the street as a massive truck barreled through the town, running over people, a machine gun on the top, shooting in all directions.
Ratatatatatatatatat!
The five waiters all sat behind the counter, their faces stone-cold, and ready to murder.
Aria stood up.
"I'll deal with them," she said jumping over Damon's dead body.
She leaped out of the red leathered booth as three waiters jumped out from behind the counter, two of them held out small pocket-sized guns, while the other carried a large bat.
Aria pulled out her middle, ring, and index finger. She pointed them all at the three waiters. She focused three attacks at once.
She shot out three waves of gravity...
Gravity Spell: [Weighted Pressure x50]
Splat!
Gravity Spell: [Weighted Pressure x50]
Splat!
Gravity Spell: [Weighted Pressure x50]
Splat!
Their heads were immediately crushed, blood squirting to the sky, their bodies fell over, behind the counter, the blood pouring over the last two waiters as they hid.
"Shit!" one of them screamed.
The other one whispered, "calm down, that was a powerful attack, she used her power from across the room. That in itself takes a lot of energy and sacrifice. She's probably unable to do it again. If we just take these guys out, then our spots are secured."
"So we attack now?"
"Yes!"
They both jumped up, holding two small pocket-sized pistols.
Luna angrily threw her machete across the air.
Slink!
It struck right into the head of one of them.
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!
Five bullets fired across the room, windows shattering, wood splintering. Marcus ducked as Luna ran full speed, a bullet grazing across her arm, she tackled the unijoured waiter, punching him over and over and over again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Blood everywhere.
"That!"
Smack!
"Is!"
Smack!
"For!"
Smack!
"Damon!"
Aria slowly walked back over to the booth. Her nails and feet bleeding.
All her fingernails and toes nails were sacrificed.
She looked at the booth. Glass everywhere. She looked at the huddled Marcus. She looked out the window, flames across the destroyed town, blood across the bullet-riddled streets, death on every corner. She looked at the dead Damon. She slapped him across the back.
"Hey wake up already, idiot!"
Damon turned his head, sleepily squinting with one eye.
"Aria... I'm sleepin-"
"I said wake up idiot!"
She hit him as hard as she could, his head crashing against the plate, cutting up his face.
He leaned back, the blood cut across his face, "please don't do that now my..." He watched as the blood from his bleeding face bled onto his suit, "my suit... Not my suit! Not my suit!"
He quickly wiped up all the blood.
"Don't tell me you pretended to die just because you didn't want to damage your suit?" asked Aria as she sat down across from him.
"Yeah, duh, you think I care about some hooligans with guns. My suit is obviously more important."
"Cough cough."
They both turned to Marcus.
"Oh..."
"Ah... What? What?! Don't oh me Aria, you have some explaining to do."
"Yeah, he's immortal," she pointed blankly.
"I thought we weren't gonna tell him?" asked Damon.
"No, he was just a precaution. He knows about our backstabbing infiltration plan, but I just didn't think telling him would have changed anything."
Damon looked at Luna across the diner. Her entire body covered in blood. Her green tracksuit wasn't green no more.
"What about her? She in on the plan too?" he asked.
"No."
Luna looked at the alive Damon.
"Damon...?" she asked puzzled.
She slowly walked back over in confused disbelief.
Damon looked up with a big smile as she stood opposite him.
"Yeah, the burger wasn't actually poisoned. I just... You know... Was really tired," he said trying his best to convince her, as he waved his hands back and forth trying to make it all look reasonable and plausible.
"Oh thank god!" she screamed hugging him and squeezing him tight.
"Oh... Good... You can... Let me go now..."
She let go.
"Sorry."
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They walked across the blood-filled streets. Luna walked next to Damon, her bloody cleaver swaying by her fingertips. In the back, Aria and Marcus walked side by side, watching the surrounding area.
"Look at those two. That idiot Luna has gotten really attached to Damon huh? You think it started in the car ride here?" asked Aria.
Marcus wasn't getting any of it, "ok, fess up Aria. Is he an immortal from the Immortal Horses? Where did you find him? He wasn't on any of my lists of deserters."
"No, he's not from the Immortal Horses. Well, he could be, but I trust him, I think... A little bit."
They passed by half-destroyed buildings, dying corpses of bullet-riddled Witches.
"I met him after reading up on a legend about an Immortal who wandered the world in search of a way to die. It eventually led me to a small town, where I met him. At first, I didn't believe it, since the legend dated back to the colonial days of America, but I still followed it, I thought he would be like a higher ranking member of the Immortal Horses. But then I met him... He's truly immortal, not a deserter, not from the Immortal Horses. I listened to his whole story. He says he dated back seven hundred years. He's not some random Immortal, he's not another enemy. I don't know what he is to me, but... I know he's useful."
Marcus watched as Damon strolled past the piles of dead, "are you sure? He's not just playing you?"
"He could be playing me, but I've seen him fight, I've seen him die, I've seen him in his dark moments. He truly is him. The way he talks, the way he acts, it's not a lie. That I know for a fact."
"Damn Aria, I never would have guessed to see the day where you would team up with an Immortal."
"I don't know, have I changed? Do I look cuter?" she asked with puffed-up cheeks.
"Yeah yeah, I'm not your childhood friend anymore, I'm just here to-"
Bang!
"Marcus...?"