Judgement (The Twelve) (61 page)

Simmons noticed them arrive, blinked and shook his head, not quite believing what he’d witnessed. But then again he’d witnesses a hell of a lot today. Together with ‘Boom Boom’ he walked over to Jennings and The Twelve,” Been one hell of a fire fight but we’ve won.”

Chris looked at the carnage, “For now.”

Priest was also looking at the flames and smoke but his mind was elsewhere, “We found and lost Chameleon all in a day. We killed
some of the
Dark
but
we lost
Hot Cross and
Heartless.
”

At that very moment
the red sky faded to reveal a beautiful star lit night sky.

Anvil watched
the stars shining in the heavens
, “So
my
son what now?”

Judgements voice answered, “
We won the battle but not the war
,
t
he matter is unresolved.
”

Priest nodded, “Coffee still lives
but you did enough to open up Heaven again.
”

Chris shook his head, “The sacrifice made by Hot Cross and Heartless did as much.”

Patch took hold of Chris by the arm, “Her turn will come soon enough. We owe Hot Cross and Heartless that at least.”

Anvil stood his hammer upright and leaned on the tip of the shaft, “
Y
ou healed Edge
instead of killing him.”

Chris looked up at the sky, “That was my intention.”
It was the o
ther reason the sky had cleared
, but he kept that to himself.

Bulls Eye wasn’t happy with that, “The bastard killed Hot Cross!”

Chris sighed as he searched the heavens, “He was following Coffees instructions. Just like a bullet from your gun
isn’t
to blame for killing someone. The person
who pulls the trigger is. Coffee’s the trigger and she’s the one I hold to blame.”

Anvil wasn’t finished, “You healed him twice son and gave him that bracelet yet he still stay
ed
with The Dark.”

Chris smiled
, looked across to his father
and replied in his own young voice, “
He’s your son as well father. As for staying with the Dark, we shall see.
”

                                                             
The End

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The Graveyard of Bones does exist in
Southwark, London and upon its gates
is
a plaque
engraved
with
a wild goose
and
the following inscription:

Cross Bone Grave yard

In medieval times this was an unconsecr
a
ted graveyard for prostitutes or ‘Winchester Geese’

By the 18
^th
century it had become a paupers
’
burial ground, which closed in 1853.

Here, local people have created a memorial shrine.

The Outcast dead

R.I.P.

Book Two

(Coming soon)

The Dark
Rising