The Walkers : Cal Recovers. by papa55mike |
End of chapter 12
Suddenly, it was like the landscape opened up when they uncovered themselves with their cloaks, filling the area with light. Standing in a circle around them are twenty-one of Heaven's finest fighting machines dressed in white tunics with gold breastplates, and each one carries a unique weapon and a five-foot sword around their waists. In unison, they kneel, bow, and say, "My General."
"Hello, my friends, and rise," Michael smiles at his troops, "Joseph, can you check Cal's injuries?"
"Yes, General." He walks over to Cal, takes her hand, and concentrates.
Michael turns to his Captain and asks, "Is there any demonic activity in this area, Patrick?"
"Not within a two hundred mile radius, General, but the news of your escape spreads throughout the Realm."
"Thank you, Patrick; it's good to see you again. Have you met Gabriel Hope?"
"No, sir, I have not," Patrick reaches out his hand, and the Angel and the man shake hands, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Gabriel."
"Call me Gabe; everybody else does," Gabe turns to Cris, "And this is Cris Turner, Patrick."
"Hi," Cris smiles, "It's always strange meeting Angels."
"General," Joshua walks to them, "The young woman has a lacerated kidney and intestines, but the healing process proceeds nicely. She should be back to normal and ready for travel in about eight hours."
Cris sighs, "Well, that's a relief."
Michael smiles and says, "Thank you, Joshua," he turns to Gabe and Cris, "You two should get some rest. We haven't stopped since we entered the first portal near Second Chance."
Gabe smiles, slaps Cris on the back, and replies, "That's a good idea, Michael. Come on, Cris, they have things well in hand."
Chapter 13
Cris stirs when he hears Cal groan, but she quickly settles back down, and he begins to doze again.
Deep within Cal's mind, a visitor appears. Satan walks over to the small bed where her spirit currently resides, gently strokes her cheek, and says, "Awaken, California Marie Cummings."
Cal stretches her long arms while her eyes flutter open, then turns to the voice she hears. Startled at seeing a strange man standing in her old bedroom, Cal leaps from the bed. She had no idea she was dressed in the sexy red nighty from her daydreams about Cris. She quickly snatches the sheet off the bed and wraps it around her. Glaring at who she now knows is Satan, Cal asks, "What are you doing here?"
"You have a lovely body, Cal," he leers, "I just want to talk."
Confused, Cal asks, "Where are we?"
"Where I live every day, inside your mind. You see, I'm that evil thought you've been having about Cris. Oh, those things you did to each other in the bed of your dreams. You have a dirty mind, Cal."
"Not if we're married."
"Mere technicalities. You could have Cris right now if you wanted to. But that's not what I'm here to talk about."
"I see what it means in Proverbs," Cal rolls her eyes, "With many words, there are many sins. Would you get on with it!"
"Okay, I'm here to remind you of the events surrounding the death of your Mother and Father. You were coming back with a package of Bibles from town when you stumbled upon the scene. I can imagine the rage you felt seeing your Father lying with blood pooling around his head by the front door and then seeing your Mother being raped by one of the evil men who attacked that tiny church just before she died." Satan whispers in her ear, "Do you remember pulling back your bow and the pleasure it brought you seeing that arrow pierce the leader's neck, then emptying your quiver in the fleeing men? Of course, the highlight was standing by your parent's graves and smiling at the lions and buzzards eating their fill of the attackers. Fun times!"
Cal is seething with anger and replies, "Your point being?"
"Just this," Satan says smiling, "Those men were possessed by demons I sent to destroy that church, and they succeeded."
That rage begins to burn again inside Cal's mind.
"That's right, Cal, let it burn within you. The hatred you feel for all men and the demons that control them. Don't you want to kill them all, Cal?"
"Yes, I do. Starting with you, Satan!" Cal reaches for his throat with both hands.
Suddenly, there's a moan outside her body, and the dream is over.
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Satan's secretary, a tall succubus with a dark, muscular body, enters his office and says, "Master, there has been a tremor from a deep dream that could be a coma, and it seems to be from a Heavenly Warrior named Cal Cummings."
"Yes, I feel it, too. It seems the Warriors are somewhere in Asia, possibly in China. Get me, Leviathon, immediately!"
"Yes, Master," she struts out of his office and says, "My Lord, he's on the screen."
Leviathon's bulbous head fills the wall in front of Satan's desk when Satan walks around the corner of his desk and says, "Leviathon, rally your miserable forces. I need you to search every available portal in western China."
Leviathon adjusts the crown of human femurs and skulls while his beady, red eyes beg for mercy. His broad, grotesque smile appears before slowly replying, "Master, that will take time. There are many thousands of portals throughout the mountains."
Smiling, Satan takes his left hand and acts like he's squeezing something.
Leviathon's face begins to contort. Gasping for breath, he whispers, "We will begin immediately."
Satan relaxes his hand, then replies, "Excellent, I want hourly feedback."
"Yes, Master," a gasping Leviathon disappears from the wall.
~
Nathanial had returned with more nourishment from Heaven. Gabriel and Cris were snacking on the fresh fruit and chatting with Michael and Nathanial. Cris asks, "You mean we have only two portals left, and we'll be at our destination, Gabe?"
"That's right. The next one takes to Janakpur in Southern Nepal, about twenty miles away," Gabe takes a bite of an orange-striped fruit shaped like a pear, "These are great pan-fried."
"What's after that, Gabe?"
"About five miles further, next to the base of a colossal mountain, is the way to Supal, India. We'll make a base outside of town."
Cris asks, "Where do they hold the slave auctions?"
"Down on Main Street. It's the thriving business of the town. Didn't we rescue a woman from there, Michael?"
"Yes, we did. Now, that woman is a minister in the mission fields of India, trying to save the very souls who sold her into slavery. What a miracle."
Captain Patrick walks up to Michael to announce, "General, they've detected our location. Possibly through a dream, but we should have a few hours before the enemy gets close."
"Thank you, Patrick. It looks like we need Cal to wake up."
Right on cue, Cal begins to stretch and moan. Cris slides beside her and asks, "Cal, can you hear me? It's Cris. How do you feel?"
Her eyes are barely open when she stretches and replies, "Just wonderful, darling." She wraps her arms around Cris's neck and pulls him into a romantic kiss with swirling tongues and passionate moans. Cal drifts off again when Cris gently lays her head back.
He looks at three smiling faces and says, "It was part of a dream, I guess."
"Yeah," Gabe chuckles, "I'd say that dream was about you."
"Well, that's not a bad thing."
"No, it is not," Michael rerplies.
Cal stirs again, rubs both of her eyes, then slowly opens them. Panic suddenly fills her face, and she scrambles backward, reaching for blankets that aren't there, and exclaims, "What are you doing in my bed...room." She glances around at the faces staring at her. "Where are we?"
"We're in China," Gabe answers, then asks, "How do you feel?"
Cal begins to unwrap the Tallit from around her waist and replies, "Just stiff and a little sore. What's this wrapped around me?"
"Michael's Tallit," Cris answers. "It saved your life."
Cal asks, "Would somebody please tell me what happened?"
"You caught a demon's sword in your back before we hit the portal," Gabe answers.
Cal pulls up her shirt a little to see her scar and exclaims, "Wow, that's a beauty. Don't we need to get moving?"
"Yes," Michael answers, "But not until you get something to eat."
"That sounds great. I'm starving! Oh, the little red plums. My favorite."
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