Part 93 : The Fight For John Part 1

McKay picked up the pace as fast as he was able, considering he was pulling a blind man with him. Tony grunted once or twice as he ran with him, hitting branches and bumping his shoes on fallen logs. The two friend were trying to make up for equal time. They could tell they were close because they could hear Black Faction in the distance. Tony had suspected they would be guarding the cave where John was; to make sure he stayed there.

McKay stopped as he heard some taunting in the distance. Tony listened in well. They were three of them. They had surrounded them. “What are they saying?” asked Tony.

“Something about tearing off our faces and a eating our hearts, “McKay sighed, “It’s probably not that important to translate right now.”

“Yeah, you are probably right,” the blind doctor replied.

Then they heard taunting from behind them. McKay quickly shifted around, holding up his short sword. “What the?-“ he jerked, “How the hell did they get behind us so quickly?”

Tony listened to the sound of the boy’s voice. Then he taunted them from the right. McKay shifted around, growing weary of the voices and hoping they would attack. He would rather see an enemy than hear them taunting him from the shadows. Then they head the voice again coming from their front, making the Australian jolt around yet again. “He’s trying to confuse you.” Tony replied.

“What?” McKay exclaimed.

“It’s not three boys, it’s just one,” the blind man said, pulling out the gun from his back belt, “He’s throwing his voice.”

“How the hell can you tell-“

Before McKay could finish his sentence, Tony twisted to behind him and shoved the gun out, and fired a single round. The distance their was a loud thud, following by a jerking squeak. McKay blinked at what he had just witnessed. Then he pulled Tony with him as they ran into the jungle to the sound of the thud.

After a few steps, they had stopped, finding one of the boys dead. He had a bullet wound in his face, just below his right eye. He wasn’t moving. McKay took a deep breath, “You got him.”

“One down,” Tony mumbled.

“How the devil did you know he was throwing his voice?” the Australian questioned, “Did the marines teach you that?”

“Long Ranger, actually,” the blind doctor smirked.

McKay just sighed and pulled on Tony’s wrist. “Let’s go then, cowboy,” he grunted, “John is still waiting on us.”

The two friends fled into the distance of the trees. Tony took a mental note. One of the boys was down, which meant there was only eight left. He hoped the others were doing okay.


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Shanna quickly kneeled down next to some bushes, with Mia by her side. The two girls kept their eyes into the distance, trying to strain to use their night vision. They could hear the boys approaching them fast. Shanna was starting to feel sweat roll down her back. She couldn’t tell if it was just too hot or that she was scared out of her mind or perhaps both. “Mia, what do we do?” she asked.

“They’re coming, make no mistake,” the young Lakota girl whispered, “When they do get here, take your opponent out as fast as you can.”

“You mean, kill them?”

“Why not?” Mia grunted, “I have this feeling they won’t hesitate to do the same to us.”

Shanna blinked. The thought of killing someone disturbed her but she had to remember that she wasn’t in the real world. She was trapped on an island with savages fast approaching. Her concept of right and wrong had to be placed on hold for a few minutes.

Then both girls screamed as they were ambushed from behind. It was two of the boys that attacked them. One threw Mia a good six feet, making her land hard against a nearby tree. The other jerked Shanna around, until she hit him against his left ear. He threw her down, reeling from the attack. The red head then stood up, holding up her sword. The boy laughed and pulled out his own. The two quickly began their duel. For every blow she landed, he counted. He tried to swipe on his own but surprisingly Shanna was able to block his blows as well. All her years as a drummer paid off. It had improved her hand-eye coordination.

The other boy came after Mia, swinging a small fire-axe at her. She didn’t bother to wonder where he retrieved, probably left over supplies from the French Foreign Legion. Every time he swung it, Mia stooped and dodged his blow. His attacks were clumsy; she was able to put that in her favor. He continued to swing at her, then she dodged and allowed him to slam the small hatchet into a tree. The lost boy jerked, as he slammed it to the point where he couldn’t get it out. Mia then quickly looked around for a weapon, finding it in a small log. She swiftly turned around and grabbed it.

The boy finally got the axe loose, but then he screamed, as Mia slammed the log down on his forearm; making him drop it. Before he could react, the Lakota girl slammed her foot into his crotch. A deep gasping sound came out the boy’s mouth as he grabbed his testicles and fell to his knees. He then spit blood as his head jerked to the right when Mia struck it with the small log. As he felt on his back, in one fluid motion, the leaped onto this chest and started to repeatedly slam the log into his face.

She screamed as she did this. All Mia could think about was what they had done. They had taken John away from her. She thought back to the death of her Father. She thought of her mother leaving her. The death of her grandmother came into her mind. Mia had started to lose her faith in anything she believed it. All that struggle led up to her meeting John and in those few brief moments when they connected, she was happy. She was actually happy for the first time in a very long time. She hated Black Faction because they took that happiness away.

Mia then took a deep breath and stopped hitting the boy. She realized he wasn’t moving. She took a look at his face and saw that most of it wasn’t even there anymore. It nothing left but a mixture of bloody skin and wood chips. Even the log she held had given out. She wasn’t sure if she killed him or not but at the moment, she didn’t care. All she cared about was that he was down. “MIA!” Shanna screamed.

The Lakota girl turned, remembering she wasn’t in this fight alone. Shanna was pinned up against a tree, by the other lost boy. He held up his sword, blocking the redhead’s. She struggled to fight him off but he was too strong. Mia then looked around and found the small fire axe. She quickly grabbed it and stood up. Then she hurled it at the boy; the axe flocking through the air. Shanna yelped at the small splash of blood that hit her face as the axe landed perfectly in the back of the boy’s head.

He stumbled around a bit and then collapsed on his face. Shanna slid down, amazed at what Mia did. The young Lakota girl walked over and then took the axe out of the boy’s head, making a sickening crush sound. “That axe,” Shanna stuttered, “You just. . .I mean . . .I never thought . .How???”

“Yeah, “Mia smiled, “My grandma taught me how to do this too. She said, you never know when you might need to throw a hatchet at a white man.”

“God bless your grandmother,” Shanna replied, as her friend helped her up.