Gone Rogue (30 page)

He opened his eyes in the real world, and he saw Phoenix still sleeping.  A smile grew on her face as if she just dreamed of the same. He couldn’t help but scoot over to her; the movement had her open her eyes.  He started to kiss her, the fire keeping them warm as he experienced the dream once again in reality.  She accepted him, and didn’t fight the need they both shared.

He wasn’t going to fight it no more; the dream told him that his subconscious wanted her as much as he was trying to fight it.  He wasn’t going to leave her, even if she was going to mate with other dragons; he wasn’t going to leave her.  They were meant for each other somehow and he now could accept it.

As he accepted it the kissing deepened even more, and his body ached for her in ways that even the gods dreamt for.

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The sun was beating on Slade’s face by the time his mind started to come into focus, as he finished getting dressed.  Her white dress not working with the wind for it blew constantly up revealing her ass for Slade to stare at, and anybody else that wanted to take a peak.  The field was empty so far, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t get busy. 

“Slade, give me a kukri would you?”  Slade walked over to her, making sure she wasn’t about to use it against him, the dream still bothering him a little.  He handed the kukri over hilt first, wondering what she was going to do.  She snagged it from his hand with a quickness that made him second-guess his safety.  She stripped her cloth revealing her skin that had Slade wondering if he should strip his off again also. 

With quick movements and fire from her hands, she attacked the sheet.  The sheet started to change in shape, Slade just watching her muscles contract and relax making him think if he should take her one more time.  He was putting his life on the line anyway.  Before he could move to action, she was standing and walking to him naked.  She watched him carefully and she slid his kukri back in his belt, brushing her hand across his penis making it salute her back.

“Down boy, we will have time after we open the portal.” 

“I wasn’t, I was,” He was sure she saw through his lie.  “God I am worse than my brother aren’t I.”

She folded the fabric over each other making it look more robe like and used a strip she cut as a sash to tie it together.  The sheet now was more dress like and suitable for walking.  “Okay, let’s go, I think we are close.”  She sniffed the air again.

The terrain changed soon from boarders and grass to a hill that overlooked a castle that looked very familiar.  The castle looked identical to the one on the island.  He saw a trail that had heavier traffic on it, that led to the castle.

“It looks,” Slade stopped as Phoenix finished his sentence

“Identical, it should be, its the other side.”  Phoenix now started to walk towards the path, to where there had to be guards.  Guards that they would have to fight without a plan, it was he and she against hundreds.

“What is the chance of us getting through this alive?”  Slade asked

“Much better if we had our family by us.”  She sighed looking ahead, smoke coming from her nose, and her eyes intense on the entrance.

“Well it’s a good day to die,” Slade said knowing there was no backing out now.

“You said it mate.”  Phoenix said

They were getting closer to the castle when Slade noticed a river wound around the entire castle.  One bridge entered the castle the pathway all rutted up as if it was recently traveled by horses and buggies.  The bridge itself was nothing special; it seemed to be made of trees that were split right down the middle making the surface of the bridge smooth.  The bridge appeared to be permanent, even though it was roped and staked to each side.  They were smart with the bridge with being made of wood, which would float with the different heights of the river.

They walked side by side down the pathway towards the entrance of hell, when they hit the bridge.  Two soldiers stood in front of the bridge with two on the sides and stared at the two.  “Halt, you are not from this Kingdom.”

Slade was ready to grab his weapon when Phoenix touched his hand to stop him when she went forward.  Slade had a cloak covering him, that’s when he noticed she had her crown in her hair.  “We are here to buy goods.”  Phoenix said in a sweet voice, Slade hoping they didn’t look under her cloak where she wore a small crown.  They were both giants so maybe they couldn’t see that high.

Slade watched every guard and that’s when he noticed one look up to her head.  They were caught, plain and simple, they didn’t check each other like Zach, and he would have done.  Slade was ready though, “My name is Slade, your queen wants us caught, but my queen wants you dead.”

“Yo, you, you,” the guard stuttered, “Give up or else we will be force to kill you.”

“Never met an agent that stuttered before,” Slade grabbed the guard that was still stuttering and shocked and threw him into the river.  With the open room, he grabbed the oversize machete from his back and split the stomach of the second guard.  His insides spilled over the bridge with a rancid smell. Another guard tried to run only to be caught by Phoenix’s whip and with just a whelp, he joined the river. 

The bridge started to vibrate as they looked up to see that the fourth guard was a stone guard.  He had two blades and charged at them.  Slade looked at Phoenix who just had the same look she had always.  The guard slowed so he could yell at the two.

“You violent, you offend queen, you die now.”

“Brother Stop,” which surprised Slade that he listened.  Slade removed an article of clothe to show the brand he got from the agency.  “Those men were spies; I was sent to kill them.”  For the first time Slade, thought he saw Phoenix’s expression change.  Phoenix started to rotate the group by walking sideways so that they stood sideways on the bridge the stone guard mimicking them to be straight in front of them.  Slade thought maybe that the guard was going to let them go through for his lie sounded reasonable.

“Me, no dumb,” he said before he charged without warning like a rhino.

“Not even close guardian.”  Phoenix said as that man picked up speed.  He was just a few feet away when; both Slade and Phoenix dove to the side.  The soldier wasn’t able to stop and just plainly ran off the bridge into the water.

Both stood up and looked at the river before they walked inside the gate.  “Where is everyone?”  Slade asked as they went inside.

Phoenix stared into the city, “Only one thing would gather the entire town.”  She looked back at the gate and then looked straight down the path further into the city.  She then took off running, Slade only keeping up with her.

“What?”  Slade finally got out as they stopped in front of the crowd.  Slade looked over the crowed, hundreds of men in front of him laid a platform with a hanging rope.  He didn’t know if it was the adrenaline rushing to his muscle and his brain becoming focused but he had to do one thing before he died.  He turned to Phoenix and with all of his might; he gave her the best kiss he could ever give.  Lips collided and she bent backwards and her leg came up in the intense urge.  “I love you.”  Slade said turning to the crowd.  “I’m coming Zach,” he bellowed over the crowd that split instantly to the many soldiers surrounding the place.  He pulled the machete back out and charged forward, the soldiers charging also. 

Without looking, he knew Phoenix would fight with him as he charged forward.  Each villager seemed to turn into a guard, he knew it was trap, but didn’t care.  He wasn’t going to fight backwards but forward. 

The first one to meet Slade was met with his machete cutting though his body like butter, Slade’s massive size, and swing being used fully.  The blade being swung up taking the bodies and coming down taking another guard cutting through his armor and weapons; soldiers started to fly one way to another, Slade seeing everything before they could connect.  He ducked several swings the soldiers hitting each other as he came up elbowing them from his sides.  He spun, and swinging the blade over his head and coming down on the attempts of the guards.  Several guards pinned his blade to the ground and he swung his arm connecting with them and sending them to the ground his fist connecting to their jaws.  Not even the stone guards stood a chance to his swing, his machete might have been being banged to dullness, but it still cut through anything that got in his way when he reached the platform. 

Zach stared at him, the rope already around his neck, as  Slade slammed his blade into a guard that made the blade stand erect he grabbed his Kukri and threw it, connecting to the man underneath his arm that cause the blade to dig in further when he tried to pull the level, until he dropped to the side.

He ducked two swords, the guards losing their balance to be grabbed by the throat and being lifted to the air and slammed into the ground, Slade’s handed going into their necks feeling the blood soak his hands.  Slade grabbed another kukri and threw it at the rope slicing it which dropped Zach like a sack of potatoes.  A blade came overhead from a guard where Slade grabbed the man’s arms and head-butted him making Slade able to grab the sword.  The man fell to the ground where Slade stepped on his neck crushing it as he threw the sword up high and it landing erect in the platform. 

Slade grabbed his machete and attacked more guards.  The guards fighting against the three of them, men screaming, the crowd in chaos, now Slade seeing that some of the people in the crowd were actually just citizens being killed by the poor training of the agents, by the Sanctum.  Soon Slade reached Zach who was killing guards that ventured closed enough to the platform; his body moving in pain, as he was weakened by two days of torture; Slade fighting to defend his blood brother.  When Slade reached Zach, it looked as if both men have bathed in blood.

“Nice to see you bro,” Zach said slicing of a soldier’s neck that got to close to him.  As three guards attacked at once, one tripped ducking his machete’s dangerous swing that took his comrades heads only to be kicked so hard that it broke his neck. 

“Sorry, I got distracted, would have been here sooner,” he searched now the crowd for Phoenix, but all he saw were bodies engulfed in flames and men screaming in torture which was proof enough that she was kicking ass.

“Did you find the weapon?”  Zach asked seeing the flames exploding.

“Yes, she was with us the entire time.”

“She?” he said starting make his way off the platform behind Slade.

Suddenly the guards stopped their attack and backed away, new guards came forward with bows and surrounded Zach and Slade drawing their arrows back.  “Crap,” Zach said he looked for a weakness, a weakness Slade already scanned for, that he couldn’t see.

“Fuck,” Slade said, just then a beautiful golden dragon soared above the crowd.  He felt a drain of his body as if she was using his energy as she blew fire on the soldiers that now shot at the dragon.  “Phoenix,” he screamed as he charged the idiots that shot at his love.  Slade cut and hit every guard he could Zach helping him.

“We should run,” Zach yelled

“Not without my mate.”  Slade yelled punching a soldier in the face his machete almost too dull now cut through their armor.

“Delays, right,” Zach, said now figuring out what he meant.  A screech echoed through the air.  Harpies clawed and grabbed for the two brothers, only to be tacked mid-air by Phoenix. 

Now the dragon cried out a battle cry that shook the ground like an earthquake,
“Find and kill Gabrielle.” 
The voice echoed in Slade’s mind.  “Let get Gabrielle,” Slade yelled to Zach who just jumped up, grabbed a harpie, and looked to beat plucking her wings. 

“Okay,” somebody swung nicking Zach’s neck.  “The bitch got me,” blood flowed from Zach’s neck as he stabbed a harpy that got him.  He sliced, stabbed, and kicked the body long after it died.  “Bitch,” he said, than spitting on the mutilated body.  Slade looked at the scene around them fire erupted anything that could burn, harpies attacking everyone in sight even the soldiers that they were suppose to help. 

Than a laugh was heard behind them, “finally away to kill these idiots that try to help me,” Gabrielle walked from the kingdom, her dress the color of blood, she wore a crown that was encrusted with the Sanctum’s branding.

“Whatever Robertson had promise you, he can’t do it, he won’t be able to, not as long as I stand here.”  Slade yelled.

Gabrielle started to laugh, “You think he is in charge, that fool listens to me, and now he will pay.”  Her eyes now pure red, “he had failed me, and now I have to use my own blood to kill you,” she took small like razor blade that was connected to her fingers and dripped the blood.  “The queen of the underworld, the wife of pure evil, I call forth two demons that are ready to fight.  I command the portal, now appear.”  She screamed the last part and a portal opened behind her.  Two
demons appeared in front of them from the hole, the stench of death rolled off them in thick black clouds.  One looked like a black metallic beast, his claws were of all blades, and his many eyes surrounded his head.  His mouth drooled something that sizzled into the floor.  His razor sharp teeth shone.  The sky turned to red with flames shooting over their heads.

The other demon looked more like a knight; it rode a horse and looked hateful.  The knight’s eyes seemed to glow with the color of bleached bones.  His waist-length, straight, fine hair was the color of pine needles and was tucked underneath his black helmet.  His sword as large as Zach and the demon wielded it in one hand.  His armor was worn with black and red symbols that were as ancient as the kingdom itself.