The Church of Minos #11

The following takes place after The Walrus of Death, which you can purchase HERE

Part Two

-This is a first draft-

I took advantage of Grut’s hesitation and began to reload the Peacemakers from rounds I kept in loops on the gun belt. I could load my guns blindfolded and hanging from the top of a flagpole by my feet, so I was able to keep an eye on Grut the entire time. Though I did steal a quick glance to see to the health of Diana.

She was no longer where she had fallen. In fact, I couldn’t immediately locate her at all. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I could only hope that she’d run far. Maybe she’d come back with help, but I wouldn’t blame her if she just kept on running.

With both Peacemakers now fully loaded, I held one in each had and waited.

“Grut not stupid like other ogre,” the thing said.

“I can see that,” I replied. “It’s obvious to me that Grut is one of the great ogre thinkers. Maybe, in light of this new information, Grut may want to handle our little dispute by participating in a contest of wills wherein our two combatants, that would be you and I, battle using only our respective intellect rather than engaging in barbarous fisticuffs?”

Grut stopped circling as he processed what I’d said. Occupied as he was with this intellectual puzzle, he hadn’t noticed that the headlights from the patrol car that had been shinning into the yard had changed.

I, on the other hand, had noticed the change. The lights had grown brighter, closer ever. And so I dove to one side as the patrol car, driven by Diana, plowed into the beast from behind.

The ogre was thrown a few dozen feet, but rose as if he’d merely tripped while taking a leisurely stroll.

Diana gunned the engine but the tires only spun in the mud. Grut roared and moved slowly toward the patrol car. Diana, her foot pressed firmly on the gas, bounced up and down in the driver’s seat, hoping to rock the car into some traction. But the tires only continued to spin.

Grut reached the car, raised both fists over his head, and then brought them down together on the hood, roaring in frustration. The hood caved in, the sides flaring out. Diana’s foot remained on the gas.

I pulled myself to my feet with more of the wincing and the groaning. The ribs were having a hard time healing, what with all of the fighting, jumping, and falling in the mud. I ran for the back of the car, slamming into it with all of my strength. I can admit now that I screamed in pain. Tears may have even fallen from my face. But it had worked, the tires hit a layer of dry earth and the car shot forward, ramming into the ogre who went for a little ride hanging off of the front of the hood, his muscly torso dangling in front of the radiator grill and the push bumper.

Diana didn’t stop this time, driving through the yard and then crashing through the privacy fence that separated the yard from the Happy Hamburger. The ride ended when the car slammed into the Happy Hamburger’s concrete exterior with the ogre trapped between.

By the time I’d arrived at the car, Diana was out and standing by the hood where Grut was, amazingly, still alive, though fading fast.

The ogre was pinned tight to the wall of the Happy Hamburger. Blood trickled from one corner of its mouth and its eyes had begun to cloud over as it coughed.

“Okoma,” it said in a voice weak with pain.

It took me a moment but I suddenly realized that the thing had jut said my name. Or at least it had tried to.

“You know me?” I asked.

“Yes,” it coughed. “Master said you would come. Master was right.”

“And who is Master?” I said. “I’d really like to drop in and say hi or something.”

“Master is,” it coughed blood onto the hood of the car. “Master is secret. Grut not tell.”

Grut laughed and then its eyes rolled into the back of its head and it died there between the car and the Happy Hamburger.

Here ends Chapter Five

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