Mother Queen - Part Two

"I have learned over the years that when one's mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing what must be done does away with fear." 

~ Rosa Parks

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Sierra could sense the Professor's chanting coming to a crescendo. Her hand clutched his arm, seeming to crackle with power. She observed that the surviving Night Gaunts had broken into two groups of five or six demons each.

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Steele felt a tremor as the lone Night Gaunt slammed onto the warehouse floor behind him. He pushed his body sideways, landing on his back, allowing him to slide away from the oncoming monster.

He swung the AR-17, filled with the deadly 7.62 caliber of mixed ammo, and pointed it toward the creature as it slid within a couple of feet of him. He centered the rifle sight on the demon's chest, triggered the rock-and-roll feature, and released all thirty rounds in a continuous blast.

The magazine was empty in a matter of seconds. Out of habit, he ejected the empty mag with his right thumb, letting it drop to the ground. Simultaneously, he slid a full replacement magazine out of the bandolier with his left hand and slammed it into place. He swiftly pulled back the cocking mechanism and released it, loading the first round of the new clip into position.

There was a loud hissing and wheezing noise. John looked incredulously at the Night Gaunt. Though he had just pumped an entire magazine of thirty rounds into it, the creature was gasping again, beginning to crawl closer.

Horrified, Steele slipped the AR back into single-shot mode with his left hand. From less than two feet away from the hissing monstrosity, he aimed at the top of the creature's head and pulled the trigger. A strip of dark, gelatinous demon flesh ripped from the top of the demon's head and began to ooze grayish sludge. The demon continued to hiss and crawl.

Okay, where would I be hiding if I were a brain, heart, or another critical organ? John mused. Maybe, inside that thick head with no face? Yes! Why, I would be hiding dead center, of course. Where I would be most protected.

Steele moved his rifle sights to the center of the faceless Night Gaunt and gently squeezed the trigger from less than a foot away. He was rewarded with a loud popping noise as the armor-piercing round hit dead center. The demon's faceless head imploded into pieces of flesh, organs, and gray blood splatter.

Yuck. He was covered with tissue and gray splatter. Not sure if Sierra and the Professor could actually hear him, John thought hard and loud: t

~~The center of its face is the kill shot. Dead center, and it will die.~~

John heard the quick response and the professor's soothing voice in his mind. 

~~Thank you, son, that will certainly help.~~

Steele sprang to his feet and glanced around, dismayed. He was completely encircled by six of the lumbering Night Gaunts.

Knowing the creatures were too close to use explosives. John glanced toward the Professor and Sierra, perceiving another line of demons advancing toward his friends. Well, it had been a great run.

John mentally prepared himself for what was to come. He would kill as many of the hideous gaunts with the AR-17 as he possibly could. Then he would use his pocket's explosive contents, blow it all at once, and hopefully take his remaining enemies with him in death...

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