The humid air of plasma had taken over the smell of fears that serenaded Maximin. The more he tried to connect with his consciousness, the more darkness he experienced. And from the Abyss of darkness, he could pick up a smell that was familiar to his senses. It smelled of pain and yearned of succor. The minutes to sleep was over and Like a newborn in it’s mother’s hand, he flipped his open, laying sight on the reality of his existence.
” Oh no. The beast isn’t dead. It’s awake.” Shouted a man of stunted physique with over an overly big head. He wore a ripped jean trouser, which originally cobalt color, now bore the color of cotton wool dipped in mud. His white singlet had no holes but looked so worn that they could pass for cobwebs to a blind man’s touch. He held a large double barreled gun that was at least, half of all his height. The sight of his gun was quick to bring Maximin to full consciousness.
” Amelia.” He exhaled as he picked up yet again the smell of her plasma in the air. There was much carbon in it and he could tell she was in distress. The base of the gun landed on his head causing him to roar in pain as tried to break free. He realized he was immobile as a convolution of chains had been fastened over his shoulder, pinning him to the stallion. The only locomotive entity related to him was the giant stead upon which he was fastened.
” Not so hard, we want him alive. The boss was clear about his stance.” Said a very tall lady who had the masculinity of male wrestler. Tall and rotund, her voice was as coarse as the voice of two old women mashed together.
” Damn it Seraphim, you underestimate this beast. It’s a killer of men.” Said the stunted man as he landed yet another blow to the head of Maximin which only caused him to garner more cardinalities about his current niche. The sharp pain against his neck was proof enough that he had not been dreaming.
” Amelia!” He silvered as his eyes shone like ember. With loud growls and pumped muscles, he expanded his width so ferociously that the chains fastened around the horse, began to find their way into the spleens of the poor beast causing it to whine from confusion and growl in constricting pain.
” He’s going to kill us all. Shoot him down before he gets any stronger!” Shouted another man who held his rifle to the head of Maximin. All he needed was an order from a superior, to end it all.
” You bastard, move away from the beast. The bosses order was clear. Don’t shoot him.” “He can’t break those chains.” The stunted man mumbled amidst his confused state of mind. He could see the giant horse galloping around as it tried to free itself from the shackles of the chain that bounded it to the raging entity on its back.
” Amelia!!!!” He roared in thunderous tenor, flexing his shoulder muscles so sturdily that it sent the constricted chains, mincing through the spleens of the horse and dissecting it in two before any of them could come to it’s rescue.
” Oh No. Robinson Crusoe!” Cried the stunted fellow upon seeing his horse lying apart in two uneven halves. His hands trembled in shock rather than fear and had it not been for the orders of his boss, he would have had the brains of Maximin splashing over the stems of the forest.
The fallen beast lay motionless and dissected while Maximin sprang to his feet thanks to the chains felt loosened over his bloodied body. There was rage in his eyes and it was stalked towards the armed men that stood gazing confusingly at him in fear. He sniffed very quickly, deciphering the location of the lady in distress before dashing further into the woods, missing a bullet on the thigh by half a whisker.
” You let him go you moron. We wont be so lucky to catch him in a locomotive seizure anymore. The chances are one in a hundred.” Said Seraphim as she gnawed her teeth at the weakness of her follow colleagues.
” Don’t say. The beast is wounded and malaise. Let’s go after him. Travis would have our heads if returns to the current situation on ground.” Said another member of the gang and leapt forward against the thick bushes, while the rest of the gang followed except for the stunted fellow who found it hard to believe that his stead was no more.
For the Ninja looking attacker, the top of his pants were already hanging at his ankle. The more poor girl, now drained of energy, tried to cover up herself. The more aroused she got him and he was bent on satisfying his urge on her.
” You will do it just like my wife did it. Bend over! It’s the only way she liked it.” He said and took a step more towards her before catching her face with his furious slap. She screamed in pain as the impact caused her to head to hit harder against the uneven cave walls, sending her, stomach flat against the ground. ” Stay off me please.” She cried out, spitting out a bloody syrup of earth and plasma from her mouth.
” You should be grateful!” The Attacker bellowed and hurriedly brought himself to kneel before her bare hips while she tried futilely to evade his presence.
” You wear a granny styled panties used in the sixties and expect me to believe you have a million dollar stacked up in some secret vault. How dumb do you think I am!” He sprayed out in fury this time around stomping his elbow against the lower potion of her waist which she had tried to raise from the ground. The pain from the impact sent Amelia crashing to the ground and slamming her first against the cold floor that wasn’t any softer than concrete. It hurt so much that there was no one she could call out to. She was helpless and vulnerable and cursed her existence for bringing her to a time like this.
” Help me. Please somebody.” She whispered amidst her pain as she felt the painful slap of the attacker against her butt cheeks. The strangeness of his touch caused her body to negate every single touch of it. She had never been touched by a man in such a manner and it caused her to subconsciously gyrate a step away from the gloomy cast of his shadow.
” Get back here.” He screamed out, ripping her old cotton panties in several pieces, leaving her bottom totally exposed at his mercies.
” Stay off please. Please!” She pleaded in fright, as a new innate energy propelled her away from harm only that her aroused attacker was quick to run his palms over her waist. Clutching it tightly while he balanced his knees to lunch an unlawful knowledge of her feminine canal. ” How can you feed on grasses and have cheeks so good. A prove of the overly good life your parents had taken from us!” The attacker said and leapt forward to defile her when he was sent crashing to the floor by a third party force. He rolled over so quickly in a military styled expertise.
” Amelia!” A Familiar voice called out as he got distracted by her macabre state of affairs. Her face was covered in blood and tears and she had bruises in most part of her body.
“Help me.” She muttered, being quick to align with the lesser evil of the duo. For all she cared, she didn’t want to die like this and needed help even if it was from the devil himself.
” You looser! How dare you have the guts to lay your hands on an unarmed lady!” He said and pounced against the attacker as would a giant cougar do to an impala. The attackers years in the military seemed to have paid off as his speed and agility was quick enough to earn him a precise aim at the big man who had come through for Amelia. A bullet brushed it’s way across his cranium, which didn’t do much to break the momentum of his dive. He crashed against the attacker, sending him crashing into the far distance. Dazed by the impact of the bullet he jacked him self up and heard footstep, that went faint with progression. The attacker had ran away for his safety. When sure there was a sense of calm in all situations, he turned his gaze towards Amelia who had curled her torn gown against her loins and sat weakly. Waiting to make a face out of who It was that had saved her life. Her eyes was sent ajar in shock when she found out who it was. It wasn’t Maximin. Never in her life could she have guessed such a person would come up big for her.