John accompanied Nick at the door, and he too was caught off
guard at the three mirrored individuals. He slammed the door shut while pushing
Nick out of the door way at the same time. If it only served as a temporary obstacle
to anyone still inside the cabin, that would have been more than enough for
John.
“My jacket, it’s still inside,” Nick remarked.
“Fuck your jacket old man, don’t you see these people?”
“Why yes, of course I do, but it is frigid out here.”
The three guests looked on at the two men bicker back and
forth, mumbling commentary back and forth to each other. Finally, the blonde woman
with the angel wings stepped forward to address both of them.
“Excuse us! The sun is beginning to set and we simply do not
have the time to entertain whatever this is right now.” Both John and Nick
ceased arguing and were immediately taken by her brash confidence. It was easy
to see why she was the leader of this band of misfits.
“Merlin! Step forward and present the map!” The man with the
tail stepped forward, folded map in hand. He knelt down on one knee in the
snow, extending his hand towards John.
“So your version of me is named Merlin? What an awful name.
I feel for you,” he said, snatching the map out of his grasp. As he unfolded
it, Nick stood closer to him in order to get a better view. The cabin door
eased open, and Jennifer joined both men outside. As to be expected, the first
thing that caught her eye was her winged counterpart. She could care less about
the map and immediately graced her presence.
“Your wings… May I see them?” It would be safe to assume
that this recent jolt of confidence had a great deal to do with the whiskey
that she had downed just moments ago.
The obviously powerful angel woman looked down at Jennifer,
both figuratively and literally, before responding to her request. She actually
looked like a wiser, more confident, slightly older version of Jennifer, and
this resemblance caught John from the corner of his eye. He continued to
discuss the map with Nick while keeping a portion of his attention on the two
angels in front of him. As much as he wanted to bombard the trio with
questions, he felt the smart thing to do was to let this unfold naturally.
“You may look at mine if I am able to inspect yours first.”
Jennifer looked at her and agreed before kneeling down with
her back facing her, spreading her wings slowly. Merlin, the bald headed fellow
with a tail slithered around her in excitement, his tail pit-patting against
the snow under his feet.
Nick stopped reading the map that this mysterious trio had
brought along with them to spend his full attention on the odd situation at
hand.
“Marcus! Retain this savage,” shouted the winged woman who
could most accurately described as a queen. Their cyclops stomped forward,
sending dusts of snow a foot into the air with each step. He grabbed Merlin
with one hand, snatching him by his neck and tossing him backwards with ease.
Merlin rolled through the snow until a tree impeded any further progress.
John looked on and said, “badass. Why can’t ours be named
Marcus?”
Nick chuckled and put his hand into the pockets of his
jeans, causing John to remove the coat off of his back to pass to Nick. “Advantage
of being cold blooded,” he said to the old man, trying to mask any hint of empathy
he may have shown.
As Jennifer spread her wings to their full extent, the
assumed queen ran her fingertips around the designs on her wings and
inexplicably backed up from Jennifer. She hollered out for her cyclops, Marcus.
“Marcus! You and Merlin, go and retrieve me some fire wood. Don’t take too long, I don’t trust these folks.”
Marcus nodded in agreement and placed Merlin on his right
shoulder, stepping into the green forest a mile or so ahead of them.
“Fire wood? We have a bon fire?” John asked her, folding the
map back up and placing it in his back pocket.
“Something like that,” retorted the queen, “your angel here…
let’s just say that she’s not an authentic item.”
“She’s not an item at all, you psychotic bitch.”
“Ah, so you must be John, which renders him useless,” she
said as she seemingly transported to behind Nick, snapping his neck almost as
quickly as his body hit the snow. “They warned me about you, child.”
“Oh yeah? And who would that be?”
“Tell me John, did they tell you that you were special? That
this was your destiny? The only thing that you’re destined to do out here… is
die.”
John had a witty reply on the tip of his tongue, but it
remained there as screams of pain ruled the air. Jennifer had sprung into
action and tackled the queen to the ground, wrestling her for a moment before
pinning her, face down in the snow. Jennifer had rage in her eyes, and that was
all that John needed to see to give him a reason to stay out of it.
The ground began to tremble as Marcus came rushing back as
fast as he could, but without Merlin. Jennifer used all of her strength to
extend this presumed queen’s wings. The rumbling fell silent as Marcus stopped
dead in his tracks, looking on in horror as Jennifer ripped off the queens wings,
tossing them onto the front porch of the cabin.
“I asked to see your fucking wings.”
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