Jessica opened the door to the centre of the factory, the heart of the cult. A Densely packed room with rows of makeshift rooms made out of second-hand plywood. Every cultist knew they were under attack, they all prepared themselves with simple firearms and the zeal to fight till the last. Every man was equipped with a rifle or shotgun, the women only with pistols. None of them were expecting Jessica, her gaze of pure hate now manifested with the blood of the people who wronged her.
She fired her rifle by the hip as she ran behind cover. It was then the cultists retaliated, they scrambled while they figured a way to flank her and her reptilian ally.
Jackson traded fire with them, taking down a few cultists with a few well-placed shots. During the carnage as metal flew through the air, Jessica came up with a plan. One where she could have the people to deal with all by herself. She didn’t need the reptile’s help, this was personal.
She shouted at the reptile, ‘the next floor at the other side is the armoury, get in take what you want. Destroy it if you must.’ The reptile pulled out a flash grenade and threw it at the cultists before he advanced to the next position, following Jessica’s orders.
A bullet whistled past her, she aimed her rifle and fought against the slowly advancing cultist. She got them where she needed to be. With her last bullet, she shot at the fire axe display case. It was her desired weapon, one that would give her the advantage over them, one that would make it upfront.
She chucked her AK away so she could retrieve the axe at the other side. With the axe firmly grasped, she ran at the cultists with a thunderous warcry. Some panicked, others froze in place as she ran towards them without a care in the world. Jumping into melee, she chopped any soul that dared stand in her way. Blood decorated the floor and walls of the facility, bones cracked and splintered with every well-placed hit. The head of the axe made easy work, even if it tired Jessica. The cultist shot her a few times, even penetrating her armour. Yet that never slowed her down, fighting against the pain she continued her slaughter. Man or woman, it didn’t matter. They stood against her, betrayed her when all she did was the right thing.
One, five, ten, twenty. She made quick work of them, even when her body sang in agony. Her arms and legs were covered in bullet wounds, their head grazed and bled along the side of her face, and even their chest and stomach were bruised black from her vest protecting her against their rounds. Yet Jessica kept going, her fury the only motivation and drive to kill every last one of them.
One cultist managed to blow Jessica’s right cheek off with their rifle. She fell to the ground, temporarily knocked out from the concussive force that shattered all of her right teeth and unhinged her jaw. However, her wrath made her push the limits of her human body and regained consciousness the moment she banged her head on the hard concrete floor. Though that didn’t give her enough time to react when the cultist rushed behind her and grabbed onto her hair to lift her off the ground forcing her upright.
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She flailed around, trying to break from his grip. ‘I always knew a bitch like you is trouble, you always acted like a whore even when daddy tried to make you look all pure and innocent.’
Jessica noticed a knife on the ground to her right, she tried reaching for it as the cultist continued to hurl insults and depravity.
‘Perhaps we can have a use for you, we need to rebuild after what you and your friend did. Maybe I and the boys can use you to repopulate our ranks. Maybe a slut like you will like that, would you?’
She touched the knife with her fingers, but Jessica struggled to grab it.
The cultist waved the barrel of his pistol around her neck and breast. ‘The Mouth of God whispered that it needed new members, new flesh. You don’t have a pretty face anymore, but perhaps that womb of yours could finally be put to use to feed our glorious God!’
The cultist turned away as a loud bang came from the armoury, Jessica could tell that the reptile did their job. Jessica grabbed the knife and cut her hair, freeing her from the grasp of the cultist. Before he could react, she drove the knife through his groin. While he screamed, she sliced his throat open. Killing the last cultist at the centre of the factory.
She stood up but fell back down as her body continued to lose blood. She wanted to swear, but she couldn’t find the strength to say a word. Jessica desired to kill more of them, but her brash attitude prevented her from making that possible. Or so she thought.
The reptile stood over her, their expressionless gaze looking at her broken body before they asked a simple question. ‘You want to live?’
Jessica gave a nod, she wanted to live not because she wanted to avoid death. But so she could continue her fight. One the reptile knew all too well.
The reptile pulled out a thick steel needle from their medical kit, and with a swift motion, they sliced her vest open with a knife to expose her bloodied chest. Without warning, the reptile stabbed the needle through her chest, shattering the sternum. They injected a blue liquid into her heart before they yanked the needle out of her.
Jessica convulsed, their body shook violently. Meanwhile, her body rapidly healed. Chunks of skin became scar tissue, her cheek grew back, including her teeth. Foam formed in her mouth as the immense pain caused her to black out and regain consciousness due to her refusal to stay down.
It felt like an eternity for her, but it was only 10 seconds. The reptile offered her a hand up, and she took it with pride. She knew there was one more thing to do. They would need to kill her father.