Chapter 45
“Get the portable cannons! Now!” Freemont yelled back at his men.
The fighting had temporarily stopped, as both sides stared back at the fearful sight before them. The Succubino army were trembling at the sight of that dreadful Graguantular.
Nerma and four other members of the GDTF quickly rushed forward, with the portable shoulder cannons resting on their shoulders.
Nerma let go of the first three series of rounds followed by his counterparts. The level four missiles hit the giant creature square on the abdomen and neck and exploded creating a blinding series of lights.
“Give it everything you got! Empty it!” Freemont barked.
Nerma and his colleges complied, sending rounds after rounds of level four missiles at it.
“I’m out!” Nerma announced.
The others were out too.
As the series of blinding lights cleared off. A roar of triumph went up from thei
Chapter 46Wendy answered the door bell by opening the door:Strange news was being aired on the TV; her visitor was a little man just above four feet high. He was a Mexican.He stared nervously at the double barrelled shotgun in Wendy’s hand, it belonged to her father.“Yes?” Wendy enquired.“Senora?! Sorry, my many apologies,” the little man said his eyes darting away from the gun and went upwards to Wendy. “But I thought one Senor Willy Goodwill might live here?”“Oh right! He did mention you, you’re Moe Right?” Wendy smiled slightly.Moe nodded frantically.He was about to say something else, but he was interrupted by a loud commotion behind him on the street outside. As onlookers and bystanders ran screaming, trying to escape from a mob of blue demons.A pair of demons broke free from the mob and came over the front lawn towards Moe and
Chapter 47It was getting late but Wendy told Moe to stay and use the visitor’s room. To sleep for the night, because every noise outside would make Moe always nearly jump out of his skin in fright each time. And the evening news on the telly was not even helping either.The news anchor-man said: “Although the GDTF: Which is the acronym for the Global Defence Task Force led by one Tony Freemont. And their handful of brave allies put up a good fight against the horde of invading blue demons. The game changer came when the first gigantic Godzilla-like creature emerged from the portal, followed almost soon after, by two of its smaller versions—” Moe was sitting in the lounge staring with bulging eyes that were firmly glued to the flat screen television, while Wendy was in the kitchen preparing an early dinner. As it was already evening.A circular wall of energy appeared to the left of Moe and a surprised M
Chapter 1 WILLY GOODWILL stood still, wearing a dark blue beanie and a worn out green jacket, listening to the night. Dogs barked at a distance. He had hoped that there would be no rain; He couldn't stand the rain, the wet cold nights: That could inevitably spell a long sleepless night for him, because all the best places were already taken by the other more established homeless people. He was relatively a new homeless man in the vicinity. He casually felt his broken nose, it was beginning to be caked with dried blood. He was just recently, earlier today, been in a fight with a bunch of the others, the low-lifers, the scums. He knew it would soon swell. He had, on the previous day stood staring at his own reflection at a shop window, wondering who he really was. He seemed to know a lot of things, but how did he get here and where did he come from? Did he have a family, a mom, a dad, or even brothers and s
Chapter 2 WILLY HAD BEEN a penniless, clueless, homeless man and now he wanted a change. He wanted out and into something superior and beyond. He was willing to try something new, he was sick of his life, he had no family. No one, except Wendy. He had no past, because he had no lingering memory of his past. He had no recollection, he was a clean slate, it was ironic! Wendy yes, she had been way too kind. But he hated being pitied, it made him feel weak and inferior. “Yes," Willy repeated again nodding firmly. With a finger snap, the Stranger’s hat and cigar were gone, replaced by a firm, grim smile The Stranger was pleased: “Good,” he said. “Your hand please, I need to take your particulars.” He pressed the point of a pen like instrument on Willy's right pointer finger, Willy felt the sting of needle pain, just like they do at the hospital. “There now your broken nose along with al
Chapter 3 FEARING THAT HE had hurt the voice’s feelings Willy added more calmly, “But, are you saying that you were speaking directly by thought to my head? Was I hearing you in my head — is that what you’re saying?” Willy asked still unable to shake off the feeling of bewilderment. ‘Correct!’ Andy finally spoke up. ‘I have always spoken by thought directly to you head.’ And just to clarify the former query Andy stated, ‘I am a formless entity, that’s why you will not see me — but you will only hear me in your head,' Andy added further, ‘Think of a question, any question — and this time don't speak out loud, just think the question in your head.’ “Wow! Okay,” Willy said out loud. At this state it was all too strange and unbelievable to Willy, but he decided to try anyway. He was ready to
Chapter 4 JACK SAVAGE CAME in with Nixon Rack. When Jack caught sight of Willy– he snarled, “You like what you received earlier?” Jack Savage was referring to the broken nose that Willy had previously. Willy was taken by surprise, Jack Savage was dark haired, with piercing dark eyes and he was grinning like the devil himself. Two against one — no, three against one as Tony the Thorn also entered from behind them. Thorn was the skinnier of the three, but a much more skilled fist fighter. Jack smiled wickedly: Jack Savage threw the first savage blow, His fist went harmlessly through Willy's body, because the phantom effect of that wrist device —the Enabler was on, Jack gasped — much surprised, eerily it was like punching a ghost! His hand had gone right through Willy and had came back to him when he pulled back. Using his mind quickly, Willy quickly thought that the phantom effect sh
Chapter 5 Willy opened his eyes: “Oh, it’s nothing I’m just imagining the heat of the sun, to help get this suit to dry up,” He said; and he found himself staring straight into Wendy’s beautiful, amazing and dreamy-hazel-eyes. She was a bit shorter than him. Wendy must have thought he was crazy. “Go on feel it, see if it’s still wet,” Willy encouraged her. She pinched the jacket’s fabric and gasped, “It’s dry!” and she added, “Where did that blue dust come from? on the fabric of your jacket?” Willy shrugged and said, “I don’t know.” Wendy said, “Here let me dust it off.” And she dusted it off. A group of young people passed by at that precise moment, one of them coughed and said out loud, “I think I’m gonna develop a flu.” “So, you’re Willy Goodwill,” Wendy said and she smiled at him. “And— you’re Wendy Rivers,” Willy echoed sentimentally, and he smiled
Chapter 6 SHE WAS LEAVING: Wendy was walking towards the crowded people. Willy stood there for a while and watched her go, she was as graceful as a deer; even in her non revealingly outfit that she was in, she was simply beautiful to watch. She was in those same outfit that she had worn in the morning. She was on her way home now. Willy loved the way she had tied her hair back in a relaxed fish tail behind her, it simply looked good on her. Not that Willy was a judge on hair styles, but everything that Wendy did seemed perfect him. Willy stood still watching till she was hidden from view. Than he went inside the cafe again; drank an iced tea and had a couple of cinnamon buns and he decided what his next move should be. . . . . . It was now past mid-day: Without any particular reason Willy thought about the conversation that he had a few weeks ago– he had that conversation wi