Outside Hell (35 page)

The pilots had been sure
that they’d take down the new blue and silver Bell passenger
chopper that was in front of them, but after firing one round of
bullets that weren’t solid but full of the MX1 vampire anesthetic,
then as they’d repositioned their sights on the escaping bird,
something hit them hard and their controls suddenly went hay
wire.

The dark forces from the
cursed arrows had the same harrowing effects as in the choppers, up
in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania.

The first chopper that was
no more than a few hundred feet up found that it hadn’t the
altitude to save itself. The heavy German chopper then plummeted
down with thick black smoke belching out from the dash, and the
warning sounds from the electrical power failure screaming at the
pilots from all around them. The soldiers in the back who’d known
that they’d be doomed if they’d stayed in it, slid the side door
back and aware that their chances of survival would be much better
if they weren’t engulfed in a huge fireball of aeronautical
gasoline, and after watching too many Rambo movies, they’d jumped
out.

The sky when the clouds
had parted was somewhat clear, only now it was dotted with the
outlines of soldiers, as they’d fallen like rocks without
parachutes at ridiculous speeds down into the wintry forest beneath
them.

Seconds later as the
pilots had realized that trying to save the bird was futile, and as
they’d nose dived and then seen that the snow covered pine trees
were rushing up towards them, they’d let go of their control sticks
and with deep terror flowing through them, held their hands out in
front of their faces screaming.

The explosion that the
chopper had made as it had torn headfirst down through the pine
trees, and then smashed through the meter deep snow into the rock
hard ground beneath, was terrific. The flames that resulted from
its recently filled gas tanks exploding were unbelievable, and the
force as it was spent through the trees even knocked Dracus over,
and he was eighty feet away from the crash site.

Then the second chopper
that was higher up and that was also hit with a cursed arrow,
experienced similar electrical problems too. The pilot’s found
themselves consumed with the noxious black fumes that were pouring
back at them from the dash but somehow still managed to get the
bird of steel to avoid a nose dive but unfortunately through the
violently shaking control sticks, it went into a wild spin. The old
German chopper with its massive four rotor heads swung around and
around and seemed to even pick up speed as it then savagely tail
ended itself into the pine trees. The rotors as they’d hit the
frozen solid tree trunks exploded into savage pieces that hurtled
through the forest like massive broadswords from godly giants in
another realm. The sound was unbelievable as the trees with deep
gashes were then left shaking wildly, sending mountains of snow
falling from their evergreen leaves.

Only one of the soldiers
that had jumped from the first chopper was partially alive, and all
the others were torn to pieces by the branches as they’d fallen
headfirst through the forest. The soldier’s shoulder was heavily
smashed as he’d crashed downwards through the branches, and then a
meter before the ground a thicker one that was pointing upwards,
diagonally impaled him.

The two inch thick branch
had gone through his hip with blood spurting out the wound in both
directions, that resulted in a death rattle looming in the shallow
distance, and evergreen bushy leaves sticking out the back of his
kidneys.

Raffious was extremely wild with fury and
spittle coming from his mouth, as he’d appeared on the other side
of the woods outside Adolf’s hanger in Hungary. In his mind he was
sure that he’d finally found the little bastard, with the funny
block shaped moustache that had escaped his mind spell back in
WW2.

Ever since he’d sent him into that damn
mountain for a meeting at the end of WW2 the mind signal that he’d
been controlling him with had been lost. Then even though he’d
watched for weeks using his third eye spell that had taken up
precious time of his, Adolf hadn’t appeared outside the mountain
for the mind signal to reconnect with him. Raffious had thought at
the time that it was very strange, and wondered if maybe the person
that he’d sent him in there to see had had an argument with him or
something, and then killed the little bastard.

He did always wonder afterwards though
whether that strange square lump of lead that had looked like a
room, and that the German soldiers had driven out of the site on
the back of a tank, had anything to do with his disappearance?

Anyway as the ex truth messenger stood there
on the furthest side of the pine forest over to the far East of the
German base, due to what he’d seen of recent, he’d wondered if
Adolf was inside the huge rock door that he could see some ways off
in the distance.

He was paranoid too and every second whilst
looking at the hanger, he was also looking around behind him to see
if the angels were about to grab him. Then the old boy took a
second to breath in the arctic air, and with it he’d reflected upon
how he’d persuaded himself to leave the sanctity of his far away
world. The very reason that he was standing there in the freezing
cold foreboding forest, risking being caught by the angels and then
as a result being dragged kicking and screaming before god.

After the shack business, and as he’d been
watching Sorchek’s vampire killing Regina with his third eye spell,
Raffious had been absolutely ecstatic. Only moments later when the
rotting timber shed had been raided by the soldiers, and then his
third eye spell had floated out into the blizzard to watch the
soldiers leaving with their drugged vampire cargo in bikinis, the
old boy had seen something. The choppers that they were boarding
half masked in shadows in the deep snow were the same as he’d seen
in the past, he’d even recognized the four-rotor head assembly on
them too. He’d remembered when he was controlling Adolph with his
mind spell, that he’d seen the same hunks of steel with their
military camouflage in various places throughout Europe. Curiosity
had suddenly the got the better of him and then with it, he’d
wondered how the soldiers in full black combat gear with ski masks
had come by them.

At the time being literally decades since the
war had ended, Raffious’ initial gut feeling had been that they
were bought up by a group of mercenaries, or paid for by some rich
politician or banker. He’d truly believed that there was nothing
more sinister to it at all, only being his usual paranoid self;
he’d commanded his third eye spell to follow the chopper as they
were leaving.

The picture that he’d seen as the third eye
spell was beaming the images back to him in the sanctity of his far
away world were difficult to read. The spell had desperately tried
to keep up with the chopper through the blizzard, but then as the
steel bird had veered off and started chasing Sorchek on his
snowmobile down into the valley, the picture was almost impossible
to see. The image was all over the place with lines appearing
everywhere like trying to see after sticking you head out of a
Boeing 747 window at five hundred miles per hour. Then after the
chopper had followed the vampire over the edge of the precipice
into the wall of sleet and ice, his screen on his third eye spell
had gone black and he’d lost the damn image. This had made Raffious
furious, and then in response to it he’d leapt up in his white
robes and sandals from the rock that he’d been sitting on, and then
with the rage consuming him he’d screamed, whilst casting all
manner of spells about him and sending them high up into the sky
above his little scrawny head, as if it was Guy Forks night and he
was laying on a spectacular fireworks party. Then after rewinding
time a few minutes with another spell that the angels had bestowed
upon him in his former job as a truth messenger, and then after
making his third eye spell from outside the shack follow the second
chopper instead, he’d much less trouble following it. The spell had
managed to keep up with the chopper and he was able to see it when
it had come down to land in the military installation in
Hungary.

Raffious had seen from his screen in his
other world a clear picture as the old German military chopper had
then swooped down to within ten feet of the icy tarmac beneath it,
and the huge rotors had made a deafening roar. The bird had hovered
till the soldiers beneath using a forklift truck had quickly
unhooked the cage full of vampires, and then rushed their catch
inside behind the huge rock sliding door. Only Raffious had been
shocked by another sight too. He’d seen the soldiers that he’d
thought were mercenaries leap out of the chopper from ten feet,
whilst carrying heavy guns and back packs, as if they’d just
stepped of a street curb or something. They hadn’t even flinched
from the massive drop like they were iron men, and then ran at
unbelievable speeds across the tarmac, disappearing inside the rock
entrance too. All the time Raffious had been confused though; he
couldn’t get out of his mind the unknown reasons as to why there
were so many old German vehicles parked there too.

That was when he’d first thought about paying
the hanger a personal visit and risking leaving the sanctity of his
far away world, and also the chance that the angels might catch him
too.

Then reflecting back upon what he’d just
seen, Raffious knew that iron men wouldn’t have been able to make
the ten feet leap out of a chopper either, and in response to it
the old boy in his far away world had mused over his thoughts
whilst scratching his wiry beard, before realizing that the
soldiers couldn’t be human and had to be something else. Then in
response to everything else that he’d just seen too, the hundreds
of other soldiers in their traditional WW2 uniforms and the tanks,
the armored personnel vehicles and other stuff, his deep curiosity
to know more had suddenly got the better of him. Only then as he
was watching from his third eye spell and suddenly recognized the
face of Heinrich Himler from forty years before, Adolf’s second in
command come storming out of the hangers entrance in his polished
boots whilst screaming orders, it had made Raffious feel like he’d
just leapt back in time again to WW2. Heinrich had looked exactly
the same as he’d done nearly forty years before and hadn’t aged in
the slightest; he’d actually stood with a far straighter back than
he’d done in those days, and looked like he was charged with an
unnatural energy too.

Raffious had then spun around in his other
world and whilst holding his knee length white beard to stop it
drooping down onto the sizzling ground beneath himself, he’d
considered if he should actually go to the hanger in person after
all. He’d reasoned why should he risk himself, and if he did then
it could result in bad things happening to him. Then as his fury
had climbed within him, suddenly another idea had popped into his
head. He didn’t need to go to the military base and fear being
caught by the angels, all he had to do was send a life-sized clone
of himself there instead, only he was also aware that by using a
clone, it wasn’t that much different than him watching from his
third eye spell. OK he’d be able to feel what the clone was feeling
and then with it he’d be virtually there himself, but inside his
mind he was also aware too that it just wasn’t the same. Clones
were good but to be there in person was much better. If he went
there in person he’d be unrestricted in his abilities to cast
magic, and could see everything as it unfurled before him, whereas
with clones he’d remembered from the past that sometimes he’d
missed things until it was too late.

Then as a second had past deliberating over
if he really should go or use the clone, with magic sizzling around
his finger tips just waiting to be cast; he’d screamed out, “No,
fuck the angels, I will go there myself.”

Only in his mind and probably because he’d
just said the word ‘angels,’ he’d suddenly experienced the graphic,
and also intensely horrible image of himself being suspended with
his arms and legs out at all angles before God, and it’d freaked
him out.

Raffious was feeling trapped in his world
where he’d really known that he should be relaxing and enjoying
himself in, free from the worry of being caught and cast out from
existence by God for his crimes against humanity, only the fact
that he wasn’t allowed back to earth, then in turn ruined the
sanctity of his far away world and pissed him off. He’d felt like a
child having been told that he wasn’t allowed to do something, and
in his mind no one would tell him that he couldn’t do
something.

Then as he’d walked around
in a circle on the sizzling ground utterly wild with the fact that
he, a master sorcerer was actually on the run from the angels, and
also expelled from the earth, it’d got the better of him. Then as
he’d reflected back upon his own plans to kill the vampire Rex and
that they’d been ruined by a priest that had experienced a damn
vision, his rage had nearly got the better of him. Then as a second
had past and after licking a finger that had sparkled with mad
energy flowing around the tip of it in a blue shade, alternating
into deep reds and garish yellows, he’d summoned his
‘
other
’ third eye
spell that was watching the priest instead.