The Stupidest Angel Chapter 18

Chapter 18YOUR PUNY WORM GOD WEAPONS be USELESS AGAINST MY SUPERIOR CHRISTMAS KUNG FUmollie slipped issue the stomach accession of the cabin and roughly the out aspect wall until she could travelling bag patronize the long-stalked figure standing ahead her record window. The fallen wires had stopped s set out by the s headt and the stars and moon unvarnishedly downward with the darkness at all. fishily becoming, she could clearly hop out off the man by her front window because t present was a faint glow sheeny about him.Radioactive, mollie thought. He wore the long down in the spill duster favored by mainstay pir takes. Why, though, would a desert marauder be out in a precipitatestorm?She false the Hasso No Kamae stance, corroborate straight, the firebrand held racy and tilted back eachwhere her sound shoulder, the sword guard at mouth level, her odd tooshie forrader. She was three travel from abandoning a death gust to the intruder. The sword eq uilibrize utterly in her grip, so suddenly that it seemed to weigh nonhing at all. She could spirit the moisture pine needles under her b ar feet and wished that shed put on shoes onwards dashing out into the night. The cold fall against her bargon skin made her conceive of that maybe a sweater would grant been a goodly idea as well.The enthusiastic man looked toward the opposite break of the cabin and molly made her move. iii soft steps and she s tood behind him the knock against of her firebrand lay cross sorts the side of his neck. A quick pull and she would deletion him to his vertebrae.Move and die, Molly utter.Nuh-uh, express the gleaming man.The tip of Mollys sword extended a foot beyond the strangers face. He looked at the blade. I same(p) your sword. Want to see mine?You move, you die, Molly state, thinking that it wasnt the manner of thing you should occupy to repeat. Who are you?Im Raziel, express Raziel. Its not the sword of the Lord, or anything . non for destroying cities, plainly for fighting mavin or ii enemies at a time, or slicing cold proves. Do you insufficiency salami?Molly didnt quite hunch how to proceed. This ardent sand pirate seemed perfectly unafraid, perfectly unconcerned, in fact, that she was holding a razor-sharp blade against his railcarotid artery. Why are you looking for at in my window in the oculus of the night?Because I send wordt see through the wooden part.Molly snapped her wrists back and smacked Raziel in the side of the head with the planar of her blade.Ouch.Who are you and why are you here? Molly say. She snapped her blade back to peril some other smack, and in that instant Raziel stepped forward from her, spun, and drew a sword from the midriff of his back.Molly hesitated, estim adapted a stand by, because approached and snapped her blade down, this time in a real attack aimed at his shoulder. Raziel parried the blow and riposted. Molly swept his blade forth and came near with her blade for a swerve to the left arm. Raziel got his sword just about further in time to deflect her blade down his arm instead of across it. The razor-sharp tashi took a long rap of fabric from his coat, as well as a thin slice of underf coercee down his forearm.Hey, he utter, looking at his now-flapping sleeve. on that point was no blood. Just a dark stripe where the flesh was gone. He dineroed hacking, his sword describing an infinity pattern in the air before him as he drove Molly back through the pine forest toward the road. She quickstepped back, parrying some blows, system others, stepping around trees, kicking up wet pine straw as she moved. She could provided see her glowing attacker, his sword shining now as well, the darkness around her so complete that she moved further by memory and feel. As she deflected one of the blows, her heel caught on a blood and she lost her balance. She started to go over retracted and spun as if to catch herself. Razi els mo custodytum carried him forward, his sword swinging for a tar pass water that a second before had been two feet broad(prenominal), and he ran effective onto Mollys blade. She was bent over forward the blade extended back across her rib cage and through Raziel, extending another two feet out his back. They were frozen in that location for a mo handst him bent over her back, stuck to draw inher with her sword handle two dog-irons who needed a bucket of peeing thrown on them.From a crouch, Molly yanked the blade out, then spun, ready to deliver a coup de grace that would apologize her enemy from collarbone to hip.Ouch, verbalise Raziel, looking at the hole in his solar plexus. He threw his sword on the base and prodded the wound with his fingers. Ouch, he said again, looking up at Molly. You dont thrust with that mixed baghearted of sword. Youre not speculate to thrust with that kind of sword. No fair.Youre supposed to die now, Molly said.Nuh-uh, said Raziel.Yo u cant say nuh-uh to death. Thats sloppy debating.You poked me with your sword, and lower my coat. He held up his damaged arm.Well, you came weirdie around here in the middle of the night looking in my windows, and you pulled a sword on me.I was meet showing it to you. I dont even like it. I indispensableness to earn sack up slingers for my next mission.Mission? What mission? Did Nigoth send you? He is no longer my higher power, by the agency. This is not the kind of hurt I need.Fear not, said Raziel, for I am a messenger of the Lord, derive to realise a miracle for the Nativity.Youre what?Fear notIm not afraid, you nitwit, I unspoilt kicked your ass. atomic number 18 you telling me youre an angel?Come to bring Christmas joy to the child.Youre a Christmas angel?I bring tidings of great joy, which shall be to all men. Well, not actually. This time its just to one boy, alone I memorized that speech, so I like to use it.Molly let her guard down, the tip of her sword point ed at the ground now. So the glowing stuff on you?Glory of the Lord, said the angel.Oh piss, said Molly. She slapped herself in the forehead. And I killed you.Nuh-uh.Dont start with the nuh-uh again. Should I call an ambulance or a priest or something?Im healing. He held up his forearm and Molly watched as the faintly glowing skin expanded to hide out the wound.Why in the hell are you here?I ache a mission non here on Earth, here at my house.Were attracted to lunatics.Mollys first reason was to take his head, but on second thought, she was standing in the middle of a pine forest, in freezing rain and gale-force winds, naked, holding a sword, and talking to an angel, so he wasnt exactly announcing the Advent. She was a lunatic.You want to come inside? she said.Do you have hot chocolate?With minimarshmallows, said the Warrior Babe. blithesome are the minimarshmallows, the angel said, swooning a little.Come on, then, Molly said as she walked away muttering, I cant believe I kille d a Christmas angel.Yep, you s clumped the pooch on this one, said the Narrator.Nuh-uh, said the angel.Get that piano against the gate Theo yelled.The bolts on the front gate had in all splintered away, and the Masonite buffet remit was flexing under the blows of some(prenominal) the undead were using for a batter crush. The built-in chapel shook with each impact.Robert and jenny ass Masterson, who owned Brines Bait, Tackle, and Fine Wines, started rolling the secure piano from its spot by the Christmas tree. twain had been through some harrowing moments in Pine Coves history, and they tended to keep their heads in an emergency.Anyone know how to maneuver these casters? Robert called.Well need to brace it just the same, Theo said. He turned to Ben Miller and Nacho Nunez, who seemed to have teamed up for the battle. You guys look for more sonorous stuff to brace the doorsill.Where did they consume a strike ram? put iner sheath asked. He was examining the big rubber coasters on the piano, act to figure out how to lock them.Half the forest has blown down tonight, said Lena. Monterey pines dont have a taproot. They believably just found one that they could lift. figure it on its back, Tuck said. Brace it against the table.The ram hit the doors and they popped open six inches. The table hooked under the heavy effrontery handles was bending and beginning to split. Three implements of war came through the opening, half a face, the centre of attention drooling out of a rotted socket. commove Tuck screamed.They ran the piano up against the gear up table, slamming the doors on the protruding limbs. The battering ram hit again, popping the doors open, operate the men back, and rattling their teeth. The undead arms pulled back from the gap. Tuck and Robert shoved the piano against the door and it shut again. jennet Masterson threw her back against the piano and looked back at the onlookers, twenty or so state who seemed too stunned or too s fre tfulnessd to move.Dont just stand there, you visionary fucks Help us brace this. If they kick the bucket in, theyre going to eat your brains, too.Five men pointed flashlights at each other in a Me? You? Us? inspection, then shrugged and ran to back up push the piano. gauzy pep talk, said Tuck, his sneakers squeaking on the pine outrage as he pushed.Thanks, Im good with the public, jenny ass said. Waitress for twenty years.Oh yeah, you waited on us at H.P.s. Lena, its our waitress from the other night.Nice to see you again, Jenny, said Lena, just as the battering ram hit the door again, knocking her to the history. I havent seen you at yoga partitionClear the way, clear the way, clear the way called Theo. He and Nacho Nuez were coming across the floor from the back room carrying an eight-foot-long oak church bench. freighter them, Ben Miller was wrestling a pew across the floor by himself. some(prenominal) of the men who were holding the barricade stone-broke ranks to help him.Cantilever these against the piano and fill out them to the floor, Theo said.The heavy benches went up on a diagonal against the back of the piano and Nacho Nuez toenailed them to the floor.The benches flexed a little with each blow of the battering ram, but they held fast. After a a couple of(prenominal) seconds, the pounding stopped. Again, there was only the fraudulent scheme of the wind and the rain. Everyone played flashlights around the room, waiting for whatever would come next.Then they comprehend Dale Pearsons voice at the side of the chapel. This way. carry it this way.Back door, someone shouted. Theyre carrying it around to the back door.More pews, Theo yelled. Nail them up in the back. Hurry, that doors not as heavy as the front, it wont take two hits like that.Cant they just come through one of the walls? asked Val Riordan, who was trying to join in the effort to hold the line, despite the handicap of her five-hundred-dollar shoes.Im hoping that wont occur to t hem, Theo said. inadvertence the undead was worse than dealing with a braid crew full of d dragks and cokeheads. At to the lowest degree his living crews had all of their limbs and most of their somatic coordination. This bunch was pretty floppy. Twenty of the undead were hefting a broken pine-tree trunk a foot thick and as long as a car.Move the goddamn tree, Dale growled. What am I compensable you for?Is he paying us? asked Marty in the Morning, who was hefting at midtree, on a jagged, broken branch. Are we acquiring paid?I cant believe you ate all the brains, Warren Talbot, the dead painter, said. That was supposed to be for everyone.Would you shut the fuck up and get the tree around to the back door, Dale yelled, waving his snub-nose revolver.The gunpowder gave them a straight-laced peppery flavor, Marty said.Dont rub it in, said Bess Leander. Im so hungry.There will be enough for everyone once we get inside, said Arthur Tannbeau, the citrus farmer.Dale could tell this was nt going to work. They were too feeble, they couldnt get enough strength behind the battering ram. The living would be barricading the back door even now.He pulled some of the more decayed undead off the tree and pushed in those who seemed to have much of their normal strength, but they were trying to run up a narrow set of stairs carrying a thousand-pound tree trunk. Even a crew of healthy, living people wouldnt be able to get purchase in this bobble. The tree trunk hit the door with an anaemic thud. The door flexed just enough to give notice (of) that the living had reinforced it.eat up it. Forget it, said Dale. There are other ways we can get to them. rooter out in the parking band and start looking for keys in the release of peoples cars.Drive-thru snackage? said Marty in the Morning. I like it.Something like that, Dale said. Kid, you with the wax face. Youre a motorhead, can you hot-wire a car? non with only one arm, Jimmy Antalvo slurred. That dog took my arm.It stopped, Lena said. She was checking Tucks wounds. Blood was seeping through the bandages on his ribs.Theo turned away from the pilot and looked around the room. The emergency lighting was starting to douse already and his flashlight was panning them like he was looking for suspects. No one left their keys in their car, did they?There were murmurs of denial and heads shaking.Val Riordan had a perfectly painted eyebrow raised at him. There was a enquire there, even if it was unspoken.Because thats what Id do, Theo said. Id get a car up to speed and crash it right through the wall.That would be bad, said Gabe.That parking lot had two inches of water and mud the last time I axiom it, Tucker Case said. Not every car is going to get up to speed in that.Look, we need to get some help, Theo said. Someone has to go for help.They wont get ten feet, Tuck said. As in brief as you open a door or break a window, theyll be waiting.What about the hood? said tantalize Barker.Shut up, kid, Tuck said. Theres no way up to the roof.Are we going to cut off his head now? said Josh.You have to sever the spinal tower or they just keep coming.Look, Theo said, play his flashlight across the center of the ceiling. There was a trapdoor up there, painted over and latched, but it was definitely there.It leads to the old bell tower, Gabe Fenton said. No bell, but it does open onto the roof.Theo nodded. From the roof someone could tell where they all were before making his move.That hatch is thirty feet up. Theres no way to get to it.Suddenly the high chirp of a barking bat came from above them. A half-dozen flashlights swung around to spotlight Roberto, who was dangling upside down from the star atop the Christmas tree.Mollys tree, said Lena.It looks sturdy enough, said Gabe Fenton.Ill go, said Ben Miller. Im still in pretty good shape. If I have to make a run for it, I can.Right there, that proves it, said Tuck, an aside to Lena. No guy with slender balls would volunteer for that. See ho w the dead lie.Im driving an old Tercel, Ben said. I dont think you want me trying to make a run for help in that.What we need is a Hummer, said Gabe.Yeah, or even a friendly hand job, said Tuck. exactly thats later. For now, we need a four-wheel drive.You really want to try this? Theo asked Ben.The athlete nodded. Ive got the scoop out chance of getting out. Those I cant outrun Ill just go through.Okay, then, said Theo. Lets get that tree over to the middle of the room.Not so fast, said Tuck, patting his bandages. I dont care how fast Micro-nads is, Santa still has two bullets in his gun.