Legends of Windemere

(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue.  This is a sequel to a previous story.  Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s.  While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years.  I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be.  Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin.  To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language.  Enjoy?)

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The Bronx Zoo is one of the favorite tourist spots of New York City.  Both kids and adults enjoy seeing different species of animals that are not normally found in their backyard.  In winter, many of the zoo’s animals are sent to warmer climates.  The fierce lions and powerful tigers are gone, but two new types of predators have gladly come to replace them.  Sort of.

“Would you stop looking at the damn seals and break someone!” hollers Cybro over the sound of his hissing lasers.  Most of the daily crowd is gone and a small, yet rapidly growing, army of police is turning into the nearby parking lot.  The cars that are already there have been destroyed and some are still burning.

“You have no patience whatsoever.  I wanted to actually walk around before we started with the destruction.  Besides, I think these are sealions.  I never did know what the difference was,” replies Draveon as he pets one of the nervous animals.

The first cop car that stops, immediately explodes when Cybro shoots the gas tank with a heat laser.  At least, twenty officers get out of their own cars while others swarm in from the street like a colony of ants.  Ten of the arriving cops are ripped apart by Cybro’s hail of lasers and bullets before everyone else has time to take cover.

“They are getting a little too close for my comfort.  Help me out here, test tube boy.”  The robot’s stomach-mounted gattling gun suddenly makes a rapid clicking noise.  Soon after that his lasers abruptly stop their low humming.

“The next time you’re upgraded, Cybro, ask for a few backup solar cells.  How close are the police?  Never mind, since it really doesn’t matter.  They will be just as dead whether they are close by or in another country,” laughs Draveon.  The two immortals walk to the top of a large flight of stairs and they jump down to the waiting cops.  Hot bullets pelt their bodies, but the immortals’ healing abilities work faster than the damage that is done to them.

“I’m going to have to avoid metal detectors after this fight!” yells Draveon when he flips one of the heavy cars onto two cowering policemen.  Three brave cops jump on the red-eyed man, but he only takes a step back in mild surprise.  He repeatedly smashes two of them together, until they look like one person, and kicks the other one through two cars and a pointy fence.

“You think that you have a problem with metal detectors?  Try being a robot going onto an airplane.”  Cybro fires electrodes from his feet, which electrocute half of an approaching S.W.A.T. team.  The other half is slowly taken out with a poisonous snare net from his chest.

“Is that a joke I just heard from you, metal man?”  The ultimate killer snaps the neck of a few more cops before a large brute of a man in full riot gear gives him a bear hug from behind.  Draveon finally grabs the cop’s head in order to flip the man over his shoulder.  Once the bulky man lands on his feet, he gets his arms ripped off.  The severed limbs are quickly thrown through two nearby cops that stopped running away in order to throw up.

“It was a joke.  Why do you ask?  Am I not allowed to make a joke once in a while?  Well, well, well.  Helicopters.  I’m going after them.  I will see you at the rendezvous point.”

Draveon fails to notice the speedy departure of his ally, but keeps on fighting the police while wearing a stoic face.  Within a few slow moving minutes, the entire parking lot is filled with the twisted bodies of dead police officers and destroyed police cars.  The distant sound of screams of terror from the fleeing survivors finally brings a smile to the large immortal’s face.

“Cybro?  Where the hell are you?” mutters Draveon while he climbs back up the flight of stairs.  A thin line of oil at the top of the stairs catches his attention and he cautiously follows it.  Little does he realize that the destruction he left behind is sinking into the suddenly liquefied concrete.  When the oil trail ends, Draveon is near the polar bears holding an empty oil drum that came from one of the police cars.

“I’ve been thinking, muscles.  At first, I wanted to kill all four of you overrated jackasses together.  Then, I remembered something important.  If I try to use my powers against your chiseled ass, I’m as good as dead.  So, it’s just me versus you without either of us using our powers,” explains Hydrana.  She silently drops behind the towering immortal and throws him into a tree by his long, black hair.

“Adriana told us that you were insane.  It looks to me like you’re only a whole lot dumber than before.  No one, with the unfortunate exception of Fate, has ever defeated me.  But if you want to take me on then I have no problem with that.  You don’t frighten me, water sprite,” laughs Draveon as he casually walks up to the small guardian.  He violently smashes his fist down on her skull, but she only falls to her knees.

“That’s the best you can do.  I’ve had more painful paper-cuts.  Anything else, Draveon?  Or have I overestimated you?”

Her answer comes in the form of a savage kick to her face, which practically shatters her nose.  Hydrana rolls up to her feet and jumps over a straight punch to her stomach.  She savagely claws the towering man in his face before she lands in a crouch.  The clawing barely stuns Draveon, so he takes his chance to knee the redhead in the chest.  The effect is something he wouldn’t have expected in his wildest dreams.  Nothing happens at all.

“How could you possibly not feel that?  That shot was strong enough to turn steel into dust!” exclaims the male immortal.

“My insanity has somehow managed to dull my pain receptors.  Your puny love tap couldn’t have hurt me no matter where it landed.  Now, do you give up?” asks Hydrana with a wicked smirk.

“No.  I must admit that you have become a very exquisite creature.  If I weren’t already unhappily married, things would be pleasurably different between us.  It will be an enormous shame to kill such a gorgeous monster like you.  But I guess it wasn’t meant to be, little psycho.”

The Neptune guardian starts to slowly circle the villain and softly moves her fingers along his chest while she whispers, “Ooooh.  Flattery.  I never would have expected such a pathetic attempt at salvation from you.  Maybe we should make some kind of deal since you seem to have acquired a sudden, and disturbing, crush on me.  Give up and I’m yours for life.  It will be a terrific experience for both of us in so many devilish ways.  So, do you give up?”

“Yeah.  Because I’ve decided to let something else finish you off.  I do have one simple question.  How do you prepare a guardian for a two person dinner?  I think in their case, it would be raw,” replies Draveon before backhanding her into the polar bear’s cold pool.  He laughs hysterically once the Neptune guardian is pounced on by two of the arctic predators.  They haven’t been feed in a while since many of the caretakers coming into work were killed by Cybro’s initial assault.  Hydrana is still screaming at Draveon as her body is being silently ripped apart.

“Are you finished, guardian?”  The red-eyed man finally stops laughing and desperately tries to catch his breath.  When the bears leave the body, it is already growing back most of the vital organs.

“When I’m back in one piece, you’re going to be dead!  Do you hear me, testosterone breath!  You’re as good as dead!” hollers the redhead.

“If I were you, I would try to be very quiet and still.  There really is no sense in becoming seconds or thirds for the bears.  Have fun, Hydrana.  I’ll see you at the warzone.”