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When Jarred and the trio of demons exited the townhouse, Jarred laughed out loud. He now understood what Jenny meant when she said, “They’re not going anywhere.” Two men adorned each side of the spiked rail that encompassed the townhouse front steps. The last spike on the rail was embedded in the base of their skulls, and their bodies hung limply by their necks.
“Scarecrows, Jenny?” Jarred asked.
Tina and Wendy were grinning while admiring her work.
“Where did those come from?” she lied in a high pitched voice. “That’s disgusting! Are we safe out here?” she asked mockingly.
“We will protect you,” Tina said excitedly, getting into the game.
“If you’re done playing,” Jarred said while trying to be patient and leading the way, “the fun is this direction.” The glow from the outskirts of the financial district could be seen in the distance.
A boom box could be heard blasting out Eminem. It was loud and crips. “Someone has good taste in stolen electronics,” Jarred said with a grin as he approached. A car battery and an inverter were hooked to it, and there had to be more than fifty people, men, and women, dancing in the street while the fire raged behind them. “Happy hunting ladies,” Jarred said to the three demons. The three spread out into the crowd, and it didn’t take long for each of them to coerce a victim to leave the party with them. “Like leading the lambs to the slaughter,” he said under his breath.
“What is?” someone said behind him. Jarred turned around to see two young men. One was extending a beer to him, and Jarred took it. They were no threat to him, and they were not targets either.
“Nothing,” Jarred dismissed their question and redirected. “How did the fire start?”
“No idea, but with no one to put it out, we thought a little music and some suds might lighten the mood. I’m Mark, by the way, and this is Rick,” Mark said.
“Jarred,” Jarred said. “Glad the explosions have stopped?”
“Oh, my God!” Rick yelled. “So glad! I was going to lose my mind if they went on much longer.” Jarred smiled at that.
“Who knows if it’s over,” Mark said. “We thought it was over after the first round of blasts. I hear the National Guard will be here tomorrow.”
“I guess we’ll just have to enjoy tonight. They’ll probably storm in and ruin any chance at fun,” Jarred said.
“Damn Nazis will probably declare martial law,” Rick said.
“Probably,” Jarred agreed. He spied Jenny leading another three young victims away. Their aura’s said it all, they thought they were going to take advantage of her. “They’re in for a surprise,” Jarred thought as he finished his beer.
“There’s more, over there,” Mark said, pointing to a nearby truck. It was trapped between two downed telephone poles, and someone had cut the lock on the back to gain access to the treasure inside.
“For a mob, people are being pretty orderly,” Jarred observed.
“See the guy standing at the back of the truck?” Mark asked. “He’s well respected in this neighborhood. No one crosses him.” A large man in a leather jacket stood near the back of the truck and was chatting with some of the people at the back while someone handed out six-packs.
“Don’t know him,” Jarred admitted with a shrug. He and the men around him had a nice, evil glow to their aura’s.
“That’s Martun,” Rick said in a low voice.
“Martin?” Jarred repeated.
“No, Martun. He’s Armenian,” Mark corrected. “Nicest guy in the world unless he sees you as a threat to him or his business.”
“Somehow, I don’t get the ‘nicest guy in the world’ vibe from him,” Jarred laughed.
“Respect him, and everything will be okay,” Mark assured Jarred. Rick didn’t look as convinced.
“What’s the matter, Rick. You don’t look like you trust him,” Jarred said.
Mark scowled at his friend. “It’s the rumors,” Rick said. “People call him The Boogey Man. They say he gets even with his enemies at night, while they sleep.”
Jarred laughed out loud. “The Boogey Man!” he repeated. He saw Wendy leading a very evil older man away, and he smiled. The fire had jumped to the next building, and the crowd was following along as the flames renewed.
“I’m going to get some more beer,” Jarred said as he turned to leave. The Boogey Man intrigued him.
Unger had decided to enter the zone with the specialists but had separated from them. With night-vision and heavy arms, they sought the snipers, Unger scoffed at the extra technology they brought. They were supposed to capture, but it rarely ended that way. Unger, hungry for a different game, now stood in the shadows and watched the party-goers drink in front of the burning building with one eye closed. A gorgeous red-headed woman led a man away from the party, and he instantly decided he had to have her. He watched them turn the corner into the darkest shadows available. Unger moved to where the building blocked the fire from his vision and opened his other eye, it was already adjusted to the dark.
The man’s hands roamed all over the woman’s torso and ass as they kissed passionately. The woman was busy undoing the belt on the man’s pants. As soon as his pants dropped, she stroked his shaft a few times and grabbed the fleshy sack below. She broke contact with his lips and pushed him back against the wall with the other hand.
“Wait your turn,” she said, turning her head towards Unger as he attempted to stealthily approach. Even as she spoke, her hand moved to cover the man’s mouth, and she yanked hard with the other hand.
Unger was surprised by her comment, but he understood the pain on the man’s face as his testicles were ripped free from his body. The woman quickly raised her hand and stuffed them in his mouth. She punched him in the neck hard three times and crushed his larynx. She let the gasping, dying man fall to the ground while Unger watched. When he was down, she impressed Unger with a brutal move. She kicked hard and crushed the top of his head with her heel.
Turning to Unger, Wendy licked some of the blood on her hand. “You’re a big one. What can I do for you?” she asked casually.
The feral grin on Unger’s face widened, and he moved forward.
“Are you sure you can handle this?” Wendy teased as she lowered her center and got in a fighting stance.
It was immediately obvious to Unger that she knew how to handle herself, but what could she do really. “She tops out at a buck twenty in weight, and twenty of that is tit,” he thought as he stared into the valley of her chest. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he said to her in a low, raspy voice.
Wendy could feel the lust emanating from him. “Me too,” she said. “Win or lose, it looks like,” she laughed.
The grin on Unger’s face doubled. “She thinks she will enjoy losing? Her cries will be sweet music to my ears,” he thought as he circled. She matched him step for step.
Moving quickly, Unger tried to grapple the small woman in front of him. He knew that if he could get ahold of her, it was over for her, but she moved quickly, and sharp pain in his right armpit was all he came away with as she ducked and moved away.
Unger turned and faced her again. His arm was weak, and warmth was spreading down his side. “Where did she get a knife,” he wondered. He had to end this quickly, the wound was not fatal, but it was bad. He let his right arm down and held it tight to his side to close the wound. The she-devil in front of him smiled at him.
Wendy watched his emotions change as he realized what had just happened. “Let it all out, big boy. You’re going to die tonight.”
His lust was replaced with anger, “Maybe,” he said, “but not before I taste that sweet, sweet ass of yours,” and attacked again. Unger faked coming in high and swept Wendy’s legs out from under her at the last moment when she tried to dodge. She landed on her back with a solid thud, and Unger could hear the wind being knocked from her lungs. “You’re mine,” he thought as he lunged to be on top of her and pin her down.
As Unger threw his body down onto Wendy, she drew her legs up quickly, and Unger unexpectedly landed on the bottom of her feet. Wendy pushed with demonic strength and sent him flying through the air. He hit the brick wall near where Wendy’s previous victim laid and landed on his head with a loud snap.
Wendy stood and brushed the dirt she could reach off of her skirt. Tina stepped from the nearby alley. “I knew you could take him,” she said.
“Men are so willing to throw their lives away for this,” Wendy said indicating her crotch. She walked over to Unger, he was alive but unable to move. She lifted her skirt and showed him her sex. “Here’s what you were fighting for, come and get it,” she teased and waited for a response. Unger’s eyes slowly closed as he asphyxiated. “Never mind, I’ll find someone else,” she said with a giggle.
Tina and Wendy laughed together and made their way back to the party. There were plenty more victims to be had.
“I’ll take a six-pack, please,” Jarred said to the man in the back of the truck. The man handed it out to him as Jarred and Martun’s eyes met and Jarred could not suppress a laugh.
“Do I know you?” Martun asked in a hostile nature and continued, “cause you seem to know me.”
Jarred unflinchingly looked him in the eye and said, “I was just thinking of the nickname I had heard for you.”
Martun’s eyes rolled, “Don’t say it. I hate that fucking name,” he said with a thick accent and then smiled.
Jarred extended his hand to shake, “I am Jarred Chaos,” he said, introducing himself. “You should embrace it. People fear the unknown.”
If Martun was surprised, he didn’t show it. “Chaos rules the night,” Martun unexpectedly said. “That Chaos?” he asked.
Jarred laughed. “You’re well informed,” he said.
“More than you can imagine,” Martun bragged. “So, you are the mastermind behind all this,” he said, indicating the area around them.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Jarred lied and broke open a can of beer.
Martun smiled and handed Jarred a card. “Bring this to any of my offices when you want to upgrade from the Crocs to a real crime syndicate,” Martun said.
Jarred took the card and politely said, “Thank you,” before leaving. Mark and Rick were still watching him when he walked up to them and extended a beer to each.
“You have some serious balls,” Mark said.
“You said he was the nicest guy in the world,” Jarred threw back at him.
Mark shook his head. “Yeah, but you don’t just go up and talk to him,” he said.
“Why not?” Jarred played with their minds. “I even got his card and a job offer.”
“But you’re clearly not Armenian,” Mark said, confused.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Jarred laughed at him. “That’s my job.”