Crossover: Chapter 19 - Betrayal

  • Lord Commander Mark Collins stood on a hill overlooking Quincy as dawn broke. The Minutemen had arrived and fortified the city while they slept, it would be harder to break into it, if not impossible. Collins stared out through the sunglasses he had adopted in order to hide his vampiric eyes.

     

    Suddenly a scrawny young private covered in dried blood ran up to him, “Lord Commander Sir!”

     

    “Speak, private”

     

    “Minuteman sighted coming towards the camp – he’s unarmed and unaccompanied”

     

    “I will speak to him”

     

    Collins walked down from his private dwellings in the camp and onwards towards the entrance where a few privates stood watch. The Minuteman was visible in the distance; he was well built with a thick beard and patrolman sunglasses.

     

    The Minuteman called out to them, “My name is Clint! I’ve deserted the Minutemen – I can help in get into the city”

     

    Collins ordered the men to let him in; this one would prove interesting….

     

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    Three days later…

     

    Colonel Ezra Hollins stood at the Minuteman camp at the entrance to Quincy, now boarded up to prevent entry. There were but five of them there: Ezra, Preston, John, Peter and Alex.

     

    The Gunners attacked daily and somehow always knew where the best place to strike was. Two of the residents, Sloan and Irma, had helped them set up the walls alongside Preston and Sturges and they’d managed to securely fortify the town – though there was the odd hole here and there.

     

    Suddenly a loud cry rang out through the village, Ezra ran off to the source of it and a few minutemen followed suit. They found Peter attending to a child on the ground. Kyle, the Long’s son, had been shot through a hole in their newly-fortified walls.

     

    “Fix that damn hole! Oh, and get Jun and Marcy!” Ezra ordered those who followed him

     

    Within seconds Jun Long was here with a bag of medical equipment, “Kyle! What the hell were you doing?”

     

    “Sorry, dad “Kyle spoke between cries

     

    “Let me see the wound,” Kyle showed his father the bleeding wound in his leg, the bullet hadn’t passed all the way through but had nicked the bone

     

    Jun suppressed his wince at the damage to avoid worrying his son and began work; he cleaned up the wound and removed the bullet then bandaged the hole, “Take him back home, please,” Jun asked the Minutemen there.

     

    Two of the Minutemen, Peter and John, helped Kyle to his feet and walked him back home. Ezra came over and spoke in whispers to Jun, “Will he be alright?”

     

    “He might have trouble walking but he should be fine, Colonel”

     

    “Good” Ezra dismissed Jun and walked on back to the camp.

     

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    One day later…

     

    Nigel, Lucy, San-Kai and Bjorn stood at the Minutemen’s camp. The Gunners had attacked last night, a few were wounded but still no deaths – it as a miracle.

     

    Lucy was cooking something for everyone as it turned out she was the only one who knew how to properly prepare the crops that were in storage in the city.

     

    “So how long do you think this will last?” San-Kai questioned.

     

    “I can‘t tell. Probably until we die, they die, we both die or we reach a truce” Nigel glumly replied

     

    “I’ve never been in a war like this before, I shouldn’t want to after this” Bjorn commented.

     

    “I’ve been in worse, at least this time we have food and shelter” Nigel replied

     

    “I’ll check if they’re coming” San-Kai stood up and cast a detect life spell, twenty as always, but there was never a signal from where Collins had been spotted on the hill.

     

    Suddenly Bjorn had an idea, “San, cast detect undead”

     

    “Why?”

     

    “Just do it”

     

    San prepped the spell and cast it; one signal came up from the hill where Collins had been spotted. “Damn, Collins is undead somehow!”

     

    Bjorn immediately knew, “Vampires – their kind killed my parents”

     

    “Sorry for your loss” Lucy consoled

     

    “It was years ago, I am over it – but this does not mean I am not still determined to kill all vampires”

     

    “We will kill him eventually…” Nigel ended

     

    Ezra got up and walked over to the gate, he saw somebody approaching - it wasn’t…Clint? The ten year veteran of the Minutemen was a respected figure in their ranks, what was he doing here?

     

    “Clint? Are you here with the reinforcements?”

     

    “No Ezra, where is the Mayor?”

     

    “This way,” Ezra led Clint over to Mayor Jackson’s office.

     

    Inside was an old building, yet the best furnished out of Quincy. Mayor Jackson stood above a map of the area, planning attacks.

     

    Clint opened, “Mayor Jackson – My name is Clint and I have a proposition for you”

     

    “Speak” Jackson commanded

     

    “I lead the Gunners here – I ask you to stand down”

     

    Ezra gasped “Clint?! But you’re with the Minutemen!”

     

    “Not anymore, Ezra – they’re weak and I left them”

     

    Jackson interrupted, “I am a kind man Clint and despite the fact that I should shoot you right here I will let you go – so you have ten seconds to GET OUT OF MY CITY!”

     

    “We will meet again Jackson, Ezra” Clint replied and left the building

     

    Ezra followed and shouted after him as Clint trudged back up the Gunner camp on the hill above, “I’ll show you what we do to deserters Clint!”

     

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    Lord Commander Collins stood at the entrance to welcome Clint; he had been an invaluable assistance over the past few days “They did not surrender?”

     

    “No”

     

    “Good – we will butcher them like dogs. Does the child live?”

     

    “The one you shot? I believe so; it was only a leg wound”

     

    “Shame – I will kill him tomorrow”

     

    “Very good Lord Commander”

     

    Collins then ordered the entire camp, “Gunners! We attack tomorrow!”

     

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    In the realm of Aetherius, the Nine Divines had assembled without Akatosh – as his soul was in the body of the girl. There was an important matter to discuss:

     

    Talos opened the discussion, “Our king, Akatosh, may beest in danger in a realm that is not ours”

     

    Julianos replied, “What giveth us the right to govern a world not of Mundus?”

     

    Kynareth answered, “Our king is thither, we must protect that gent”

     

    Mara inquired, “So what shall we doth?”

     

    Stendarr replied, “I will shield them from the vampire with my aura. Kynareth should do the same with the humans”

     

    Kynareth agreed, “I shalt do so”

     

    Talos summarised the discussion, “So we shall shield the group and any that they travel with until they are free from harm?

     

    The other seven divines uttered in unison, “It shall be so!”

     

     

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  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  September 5, 2016
    Yes, great to see, these blogs popping up again. Nice work, Will. 
    • Will
      Will
      The Long-Chapper
      The Long-Chapper
      The Long-Chapper
      Yes, great to see, these blogs popping up again. Nice work, Will. 
        ·  September 5, 2016
      Thanks  :)