Gone Rogue (9 page)

Slade tried to block the spell but she unbuttoned his pants and rubbed more of herself on him.  “Slade don’t tell her…”  Zach was cut off with a kiss and actions similar of Rose Petal but from Summers Rain instead.

Both Zach and Slade were en-spelled to the nymphs that were literally making their other head take control.

“Zach are you an agent?”

“No,” he groaned an answer out.

“Slade are you still an agent but under cover?”

Slade groaned an answer that sort of sounded like a no.  All Slade could do was move with her, making his erection hard against her wet opening. 

“Why is the dragon now after you?”

“She thinks she killed us already.”

Moans erupted from Zach and then quietness escaped, Slade tried to look for Zach but he couldn’t, Rose Petal was just too beautiful.  “Hurry up Rose, we need to inform her.”  Without hesitation, Slade was allowed access to Rose’s secret opening.  Her opening caressing and pumping his erection for harder thrust, feeling the pleasure that his body didn’t have for ages.  Her breast free for his taking, her body so warm.  He thrusted in rhythm with her becoming one with her.  His cock vibrated deep within her as she clenched.  She leaned back changing the angle, making him feel the building up.  He looked down to where they were on, hers clean and amazing as they pumped into each.  He gave one last thrust feeling him explode inside her.  She moaned and soon he felt her wetness explode, something else was happening something that was trying to make him past out.  He felt so strong, the urge to go again soon begged for his thrusting to begin again.

“Slade, be good” Each word smooth and long seducing him into unconsciousness.  “Let your eyes close.”  Her voice hypnotic, his thrusting soon started by itself pleasuring him again begging him to listen.  The voice though wasn’t coming from her mouth though; it was in his head from her.  Sweat layered her body her head back, “You're so big, you make me so wet, just let me take control.”  He couldn’t help it anymore, and his eyes closed and blackness took his mind.

***

The fan slowly turned on the ceiling, the motor humming, nothing that sounded like the nightclub.  The light glimmered through the windows as Slade opened his eyes.  It was morning and he wondered what the hell happened.  He didn’t remember them sticking anything in him to knock him out.  He was being seduced and next he knew he was dreaming. 

Then he realized another body lay next to him, maybe the nymph wanted more of him.  He wouldn’t refuse her at all this time.  He turned his head to look at what was Zach not Rose Petal or Summers Rain.  He wanted to scream, when he saw his own blood brother lying next to him.  Slade shoved Zach, who then started to wake up.

“What are you doing in our room?”  Zach now started to look around, “how much did we drink?”

“Not that much.”
             

“God, your world is fucked up,” Zach said peeling the blankets off and stopping suddenly.  He first looked at himself and then at Slade.  “Where are our clothes?”

Slade pointed to the dresser where most of their clothes were folded.  They started to get dress, Slade feeling he was close to finding out something.  He then walked to the closet, hoping his coat was inside it for his sunglasses were inside the coat.  Slade threw Zach his coat and Slade grabbed his own and slid it on.  He felt the pockets for his sunglasses, he felt the glasses, but he also felt a note.

“They left us a note.”

“Thank god they left us both our clothes, do you know how hard it would be to find your size.”  Zach said taking a seat on the bed and putting his boots back on.

“I know who you are Slade, and just for being an agent is a reason to kill you last night when we put both of you too sleep.”  Slade started to pace, reading the note, “Our guards carried you to a remote location, returning everything that belongs to you, we couldn’t kill you.  Something was different about you; it took a lot of strength for our magic to even get close to working on both of you.  Don’t try to find us; by the time you reach us, we will be back home.”

Slade pulled a lighter out of his pocket and started the note on fire.  Zach eyed him with curiosity.  “Don’t want to leave anything for agents to use to track us down.”

“Why wouldn’t they take our guns?”  Zach asked looking at his pistol.

“Like they said they are returning home, and we didn’t cause them any threat.”  Slade also started to wonder if their home could even use guns.  The agency talked about a different place, but when they realized that Slade was listening they took the conversation to a locked, soundproof office.

Slade went to the door and with Zach pointing the gun to the door.  He opened it.  Nothing but pavement and blue skies were around.  The motel was positioned on the hillside, possibly in a different state. 

“Where are we?”  Zach asked, securing his pistol in his holster.

“I don’t have a fucking clue,” Slade finally broke his straight talking ways.

They started to head to their Jeep that was driven up by the nymphs, which put anger on Zach’s face.  They suddenly stopped hearing high heels on the pavement behind them.  Slade already knew who it was before he turned to face what was really becoming an annoying assassin.

“Hello men,” she said her narrow dark to the point eyes glaring at both them equally.  Her silky, straight reddish hair, with blonde, reminded you of a campfire.  She stood very tall, only inches shorter than Slade, yet she somehow sported an hourglass build, but her muscles were also clearly visible.  Her skin had a perfect California tan.  She wore a brown dress that had a slit that rode up her right leg.  The dress had a yellow pattern woven into it, similar to what the nymph wore.  The way she stood, they way she looked had Slade wishing she was the girl from last night instead of the nymph.  She came closer, Slade looking at her shoes that looked gold with diamond straps around her feet, with a three-inch heel.  Slade stood there his hair starting to stand up along with something that had no business to rise.  He could feel the raw power coming from her.

“We know what you are; the Sanctum thought you were extinct.”

“As you can tell I am not.”

“No you’re not, so why would a dragon be bothering with two men, one running away from the Sanctum, and the other being just a pathetic man.”  Zach eyed him, but kept quite.  Slade didn’t look at him but felt the fear that trembled in both of them.

“You knocked over my favorite tree!”  She almost growled it, “So now you must die like my tree.”

"Zach get our guns," Slade spat out to him, him not staying by, but running to the Jeep.  Slade dodged a fireball, and grabbed two elongate throwing knifes from his belt.  He sliced the next fireball in half, and ran to her.  She jumped up and with her talent; she grabbed his shoulders and flung him to the wall that broke the fall.  His back cracked in the dust, and he stood only to be flung again from the wall to a car.  Zach ducked as Slade’s body looked to be thrown around like hacky sack.  "We really should keep one loaded."  Slade said only to be picked up and twirled around like rag doll.  Zach watch Slade be flung away, the dragon for now leaving him alone.  Zach jumped out from his hiding spot and ran to another place to try and finish putting rounds in the magazines for the rifles. 

She turned to chase him, but Slade grabbed his gun that still hid under his jacket, the KRISS and pulled the trigger.  The bullets flew following her hitting the apartment walls behind her.  Her speed unexpected with wearing heals and her size.  She dove behind a dumpster, a stream of fire shot at Slade and he had to dive out of the way.  Next, he saw the sun being blocked by the woman throwing herself at him.  He rolled to the side, and she landed on the concrete, breaking it on impact.  He shot again from blank range but her hands grabbed the gun making it shoot just past her head.  She used both hands against him as they rolled over each other. 

He heard the glass shattering as bullets hit the windows of the motel, hopefully no one else stayed at the place.  He was turning the gun slowly at her bullets still flying every direction, the negative side of gun that has a shit load of bullets.  He wasn't expecting her razor sharp teeth biting into his arm that he used to keep her from breathing fire at him.  It felt like a dog biting him but only ten times worse.  He knew Zach had to be close now, and felt the air change and moved his head out of the way, as fire erupted from the mouth that just seconds ago bit him.

The fire was cut off as she rolled out of the way, as a sword hit the concrete.  He rolled out of the way, his arm useless with the bite and a chunk of meat hanging off.  He sat by the car using the tire as a backrest watching Zach trying to beat the dragon with one of his knives.  No way would he have won.  He was keeping her busy enough that he could get to his sniper rifle from where he put them, only arms length away.  The bastard didn’t want to shoot before with Slade rolling around with the dragon.  He put the gun on the hood and took aim, holding it with one hand.  He looked through the scope and followed her head's movement but it moved too fast.  He had to take a body shot.  As soon as Zach was flung from the dragon, he let the bullet fly shooting at her.  Hoping to hell it hit, she stood there not moving, her hands covering her body.  The bullet pierced a hole in her skin.  He figured he got her, and then he felt the wind blow.  He saw like a tornado of fire wrap around her.  He covered his face to protect from the blinding light dropping the gun and slipping on the sunglasses that still were in his pocket so he could aim again.  He couldn't see anything, he felt Zach crawl and hide by him where they took cover behind the wheel and waited for the complete white out too leave.  Even the sunglasses not making the white clear, it was a dense fog of fire that blocked any image.  The air soon returned to its normal color, but warm and she was gone.  Blood drops remained on the ground, but the bitch escaped.

“Was that dragon magic?”  Zach asked looking around amazed at how much damage now was in the parking lot.

“I don’t know, dragons aren’t supposed to be around anymore.”

“Look,” Zach pointed to a funnel cloud flying through the air sideways.

Slade didn’t need his sunglass to know what it was.  He could see her true form through the clouds, the pure power swarming around her.  Even though death was coming, he couldn’t move her beauty was unimaginable to behold.  She had a gold body that had red hair going down her neck with blonde golden tips and it appeared she had no horns.  Her wings seemed delicate; maybe bronze like the color of her dress.  She came closer and her claws caught the sunlight, reflecting the diamond like materials from her.  She landed in front of the two statues like men that were stuck between amazement and fear.  Her ruby color eyes had fire burning around them staring directly at Slade.

She looked up and released a battle cry.  On that cue Slade yelled, “Take cover!”  Just as they dove from her now pointed direction, fire blew out from her mouth with intense heat.  Through the chaos, Slade and Zach dove behind cars that had gas tanks.  It didn’t take long before the cars blew and sent both men flying.

Slade thought he was going to die, it was over, not defeated by the Sanctum but beat by a girl.  Slade hit the ground with a solid thump, not able to move, blackness crept in his vision.

Slade didn’t recall when he blacked out as he laid flat on his back.  He could feel the little concrete pebbles underneath his back and surely, some imbedded in his back.  He opened his eyes and saw the clear sky above him, the blue mixed with some white.  Birds were chirping as if nothing happened.  Fire trucks were in the distance, the sirens echoing around the destroyed motel.  The sirens were getting louder, meaning they were en-route to where Slade and Zach laid.

Slade knew he needed to hide the guns or they would be questioning them about those.  It took Slade a bit to sit up, his body and clothes full of ashes.  Grit covered his face and baldhead.  He tried to use the arm that was almost bitten off by the bitch, but pain took hold of his arm.  He rose using his good arm, got up, and started to limp to their guns, the guns Zach got out.  That was when it hit him, Zach wasn’t up, yet, his body trembled.  He looked around and saw a lifeless body half in the grass, and the half over the curb.  “Please don’t be dead,” Slade, said starting to limp over to his fallen brother.

Slade rolled him over; seeing his guns back in their holsters, looking like a fallen officer.  Slade shook his brother’s limped body, but got no response.  The sirens were getting closer and Slade knew he had to get them put into the Jeep or more questions would be asked.

Just as he closed the Jeep’s doors, paramedics pulled in.  Slade started to limp back to Zach only to be stopped by men half his size.  He had no strength to push them aside to get to his brother.  

Several paramedics worked on Zach at once, and Slade could only stand there and watch.  They were checking Slade at the same time, but everything felt numb now as Slade thought the worse of it.  Zach was dead and it was his entire fault.

It re-confirmed it when they started to do chest compressions.  Then they gave him two artificial breaths.  They brought paddles out and his body jolted with the shock to only fall back to lifeless.  For the first time, Slade felt small as he looked up to the medics that were working on him, and they said nothing.  His eyes burned as tears started to form.  Slade was alone, and he was put in the back of the ambulance.

They tried to stick Slade with shots and IV’s but he didn’t want any of it.  “Just wrap the injured parts and let me out.