Summoned

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Chapter 17 is up! Sorry for the long wait but I wasn’t able to be on my computer a lot over the weekend because of working a lot. I also love all the positive reviews that I’ve been getting these last few chapters. I get so excited seeing a new one. I hope this next chapter is good enough to get me some more. Without further a due, here’s the next installment of Summoned! ;)

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WARNING: There will be violence, minor character death and attempted rape in this chapter, don’t like violence or rape then don’t read or skip that section.

Note: Story is in Harley’s POV unless stated otherwise in chapters.
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Chapter 17

Looking at the two men, I haven’t been this nervous since I first fought Slaiden. I’d almost prefer to be facing a demon instead. Almost. In order not to show any fear, I glare directly at Steve’s friend.

“What the hell is going on here?” I say with a hint of anger to intimidate him, even though a five foot nothing girl isn’t that intimidating compared to six men but at least he knows what I can do to him. He must have taken the hint that I recognize him because his expression darkens to become serious.

“Revenge.” Is all he said.

“Care to elaborate?” I ask, trying to appear calm and collected instead of unnerved.

“It’s your fault Steve is dead, Collins!” he says, anger consuming his voice.

“How is it my fault?!” I ask in outrage, not at all liking the tone he is giving.

“If you hadn’t have pissed Steve off and fought him, He never would’ve got into that car accident!”

“So he thinks Steve's death was from a car accident…that I apparently was the cause to that effect.” I thought before speaking. “You can’t blame me for something that was out of everyone’s control but Steve’s!”

“He would’ve lost control if you hadn’t have kicked him when he was down.”

“I did no such thing.” I retort.

“You kicked his ego! Do you enjoy bringing people down to prove that your better, you little bitch?” the guy says as his face scrunches in anger.

“That was not my intention and you know it. Do you even realize what you’re saying? You and your boys clearly saw that he was looking for a fight.” I say in an even tone. “I don’t even know your damn name and here you are blaming me for the death of your friend who insulted me and my family. I’m sorry Steve is gone but I can’t change what happened and he wanted the fight, not me.”

He just stares at me a moment then replies, “Yeah, his last fight. And this one is going to be yours. My name doesn’t even matter now. All that matters is that one of my best friends is gone so the boys here are going to show you the worst pain of your life.”

“C’mon girl, think of a way out of this…” I tense up, clutching my phone at my side. I give a small half smile which causes confusion to cross the young man’s face. “So you want a shot at me? I don’t think that will be very smart. One press of a button and my friends at the police department will be on their way.” I bluff as I raise my cell up for them to see.

The man’s eyes narrow as he thinks over what I just said. Then I’m the one to be confused when he smiles at me. “You think I’m stupid? I’ve seen what you can do. No way am I taking you on. But my uncle here will.” He says as he motions to the older man next to him. “My uncle’s name is David Manning, and he’s not a man you want to mess with, physically or mentally.”

“David Manning…where have I heard that name before?” I think as I glance at the older man who appears to be around my Dad’s age. I look back at Steve’s friend wanting answers. After all, how did they even know I was in the area. “Why would your uncle care about this? It doesn’t concern him, hell it hardly concerns me! How did you even set this up? This seems to be a lot of trouble to go through if you ask me.”

“Opportunity actually.” He says with a grin. “It was pure luck that I saw you leave the stadium the same time that I did. I decided to get back at you so I called my uncle who is currently in the area to help out. I followed you to the restaurant then we came up with a plan that someone like you would surely fall right into. Sure I had to take a punch in the gut but this will be worth it. Uncle Dave has been looking forward to having some fun with a girl like you. Wish I could watch but I’m not getting caught for whatever happens. By the time the cops even get here you will either be dead or close to it and they will be long gone. Later.”

He gives a mocking wave then glances at his uncle then back to me. He turns around and walks to the end of the alleyway as his uncle takes a few threatening steps forward. Down to five men now…but my chances are still slim to none sadly. I notice that none of the other men move, not even the two behind me. They just watch back, like obedient soldiers. “Is this guy some kind of mob boss or something? He apparently has a tight hold on his men.”

I move my right foot slightly back, heel off the ground, getting into a more comfortable stance. Manning just gives a cocky smile as he stands a few feet away from me. He then speaks in deep voice. “I’ve heard a bit about you, girl. You’re good but I’m way above your league. I’ve gotten away with quite a few huge crimes in my day that has given me a good life. But I always will take a break to do things the old fashion way to get what I want if necessary.” He cracks his knuckles to emphasize his point. I can tell by the way he speaks that this man is a lot smarter then he looks. “Let’s have a bit of fun, shall we? It’s been a while since I had the pleasure of company of a young woman like you. Hold her down.”

“Shit! Act fast!” I quickly pocket my phone since my bluff was useless. I really wish I had Detective Gavin’s or Trisha’s numbers right now. The two men behind me are the closest to me so they are the first and only to move at the moment. If they are going to attack in smaller groups I may be able to subdue them long enough to get back to my friends. I quickly pivot on my left lead foot to deliver a swift right side foot kick into the Mexican’s sternum. He stumbles back with the wind unexpectedly knocked out of him. I see the black man pull out a knife as he comes at me. I throw my left hand up to parry his right arm to the side then grab his wrist to pull him forward, using his momentum against him. My right elbow simultaneously connects with the side of his face once he is within distance. I then reinforce my grip on his wrist by adding my other hand then duck my body under his extended arm. Once he is bent forward by the control I have of his arm, I send a snap kick to his face. He grunts at the impact and blood is spewed from his mouth as he moves backward from the force. He loosens his hold on the knife which I grab out of his hand as I release him to let him stagger back freely. The Mexican has recovered at this point and is coming back at me. I slightly turn to face him, the knife pointed at him. He hesitates a bit once he sees that I have it. I act fast and thrust the knife in my right hand at his chest as I step forward. The knife doesn’t reach him by a few inches, just slightly away from his raised arms, but that wasn’t my intention anyway. While he tries to block the knife I use the close space to kick him in the groin. He doubles over in pain onto the ground, clutching his manhood.

In the corner of my eye I see the blood faced black man attempt to grab me in a headlock from my side. I side step away from him, just barely missing his hold by a split second. As he passes by me I turn into him with my side and raised forearm to push him forward with all my strength, right into his fallen partner. The fallen Mexican gives cry of pain as the larger man falls awkwardly on top of him, probably breaking a bone or two.

“Enough fucking around! C’mon!” I hear Manning yell as I turn to face him. He and the other two men come at me all at once.

“Fuck!” I silently scream as they charge at me. I run to the right to avoid them. They skid to a sharp halt and turn to follow as I jump onto a crate. I gain a bit of height as I swiftly run against the wall on an angle to grab onto the fire escape ladder ahead of me. I latch onto the middle of it and quickly rotate myself to the other side of it so I am facing the approaching men. Manning reaches out to grab me through the bars so I move my right arm up to meet his, though minding the knife still in my hand, trapping his bent arm against the bar which gives me the opportunity to kick a front foot kick through the bar space into his gut.

“Ugh!” he grunts as I knock the air from his lungs. I let go of his arm and the ladder to jump a foot away. I start to turn around but receive a push against my side which knocks me down as well as the knife from my hand. It’s the other white guy that had run into me purposely. The other black man is right behind him as they tackle me against the wall. Both of them take an arm as they pin me against the wall in an awkward sitting position.

“Ah!” I grunt as they slam my back into the wall. I try to kick at them but they switch up their hold to free their hands that are closest to me to anchor my legs to the ground. I see the knife a few feet away, out of my reach. “Damn it!” I think as I struggle against them. Manning and the first black man walk towards us, clearly recovered and ready for more. The black man bends down to retrieve his knife but Manning holds an arm in front of him to stop him.

“Leave it,” he says, “We got her, now the real fun begins.” A lecherous grin appears on his face which strikes fear in my heart, realizing what his intentions are.

“Keep you dirty hands away from me!” I yell as I gain a burst of strength to pull myself and the men a few inches away from the wall. They regain their leverage and push me back. Hard. “Fuck!” I yelp as I make contact with the bricks.

“Now is that the kind of language a lady such as yourself should be using?” Manning asks mockingly with a smirk on his face as he crouches to meet me. I glare back at him, not wanting to show him or the others how scared I really am. Manning gives a small chuckle in amusement as he reaches out to grip my chin. He examines my face and torso with greedy eyes. “Oh yes, I knew my nephew would make this worthwhile to me. I’m going to make you scream like the little whore you are.”

He places his free left hand on my inner thigh. At this action I jerk my head out of his grip and struggle harder. My attempts are in vain has his hold only tightens and he places his other hand on my other jean covered thigh, lightly rubbing circles with his thumb. My eyes widen as the other two men take their hands off my legs and move them to my bound arms again to secure me in place. The black man with the bloody mouth behind Manning smirks at me, anticipating the pay back he is about to witness.

I am torn between trying to save myself and calling for help. I consider yelling out to try to attract the notice of my friends but I don’t want to put them in danger. How can I get out of this without getting raped or killed? My mind is racing with possibilities and ideas as Manning places his fingers on my jeans button, unsnapping it. Then the zipper of my jeans, pulling it down to reveal my light blue panties. That does it. I decide to yell out for Ryan and the others because even I know when I’m in over my head and need help. I open my mouth to release a cry for help when something else cuts me off.

“Ahhhh!”

We all look over to see the Mexican come flying across the alley from where he laid from my kick, barreling straight into the standing black man. They roll to the ground and groan in pain. “I’m saved!” I give a small smirk in victory at Manning then look to the left to see who my savior is. My smirk instantly disappears. I gaze at the figure in dread and hear gasps of surprise from my captors.

“I believe the young lady has had enough of your advances, David Manning.” Says a fanged smirking demon with his wings out stretched behind him. His whole stance is tense yet appears relaxed, as if to be threatening yet cool and collected. He definitely plays the smooth talking badass well, I’ll give him that.

Manning releases his hold on me to stand up and meet his challenger. His face is controlled to show no emotion but I can see the small beads of sweat of fear on his forehead. “Who the fuck are you and how do you know who I am?”

Slaiden gives a small dark laugh of amusement before speaking, clearing enjoying the fear radiating off of all of us, myself included. “I know quite a bit about you, human but why let details get in the way when I have business to take care of.” He replies, ignoring the first question.

“Is this guy his next target?” I wonder as I watch the interaction before me. Manning hardens his gaze, annoyance showing on his features. “And what, may I ask, is that business?” he says a little too calmly.

“I was told you would be different. I’m here to take your pathetic excuse of a life, good sir.” Slaiden replies sarcastically, picking up on Manning’s intelligence by his calm, polite behavior.

Manning remains silent, studying the strange being before him. He then speaks calmly once again. “You really think that is what is going to happen?”

“I do. And we can start by you and your men stepping away from my property.” Slaiden says, locking eyes with me briefly.

“Excuse me?! His Property!” I knit my brow together in a heated glare directed at him that doesn’t go unnoticed by Slaiden or Manning. “I am not your anything!” I yell angrily, almost forgetting that I’m still being held against the wall by the other men.

“Based on that expression I don’t think she likes you any more than she does me. But you’re more than welcome to have her once I’m done.” Manning comments, apparently deciding to use me as an offering in exchange for his life. His calm attitude is almost frightening since the men holding me are shaking like their stranded in the arctic in nothing by their boxers. They have remained silent which could either be from Manning being their leader or the demon talking to him.

“I don’t share.” Slaiden simply says as he casually walks forward, that is, as casually as a deadly demon from another world can walk.

I look up at Manning and see him swallow hard but step away from me to stand in the center of the alley, turning to face Slaiden. They appear to be the same height although Manning has slightly broader shoulders. “Neither do I. I don’t know what you are but I’m not going to be the one dying here. I’ve stolen thousands of dollars from major companies and firms and killed quite a few men in my day. You don’t frighten me one bit creature.”

“Your smell says otherwise, although the ones coming from the other humans here are much more putrid. Pathetic creatures you humans are….. although there are those rare exceptions.” He glances at me with his burning golden eyes at that last part which makes me shiver for some odd reason.

“I’ll prove that I am much more than any other man you’ve ever met. Get ready for the fight of your life, creature.” Manning says, getting into a fighting stance.

“Demon.” Slaiden corrects with a fanged smirk.

Even though I don’t want to get raped, I can’t let Manning get killed in the most horrible way imaginable. I’d prefer him in prison then dead. I decide to speak up, hoping to give these guys the chance to get away, including myself preferably. “Idiot! Can’t you see he’s not intimidated by you! He’s going to kill you all! Get out while you can! No—Mmph!”

My mouth gets muffled by the other black man holding me down, while the white guy tells me to shut up. They apparently regained their voices back since Manning wasn’t scared. I let a muffled huff out in frustration. I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Manning charges at Slaiden with his fists ready for action. He cocks his right fist back and swings as Slaiden’s face. Slaiden moves faster than any of us could catch. He grabs Manning’s sleeved wrist, crushing down around it. Manning grimaces in pain but doesn’t make any sound besides a grunt. Slaiden throws a punch of his own at Manning’s face. It’s deflected partially by Manning with his good arm but is does make contact with his temple, causing Manning’s head to move to the right. Despite the hit, Manning brings his good arm down on Slaiden’s which is holding his wrist. He hits Slaiden’s inner elbow joint causing his arm to bend and loosens Slaiden’s grip. He pulls his crushed wrist free and goes to deliver another strike

“Good but not good enough.” Slaiden remarks as he blocks the strike. He then sends a forceful kick into Manning’s chest which pushes him backwards by a few feet. Manning crouches slightly to brace himself and regain his balance. He straightens up with a dark glare, clearly pissed off. He rushes back at Slaiden only for the demon to disappear in a blur. In a blink of an eye Slaiden is behind Manning before the man can even process what just happened. Slaiden slashes across Manning’s back with his clawed hand, creating a large four lined slash across his back. It reminds me of the similar mark that was on my stomach last week. Surprisingly Manning grinds his teeth together to let no sound escape. He takes the pain as if he himself is a demon. Slaiden arches an eyebrow at this, disappointed yet amused at Manning’s attempt to be brave. Slaiden splays his hand for another strike when the wounded black man from before charges at him from behind, attempting to blind side him. But in a flash Slaiden turns around to deliver a strike upwards, splattering blood from his stomach to his face. His neck is severally torn up. His voice box must be damaged because instead of a scream, all that comes out is a sickening gurgle sound. I shield my eyes, not wanting to witness anymore. I hear a thump and open my eyes. The man is face down on the ground, blood pooling around him. He’s not moving and the satisfied gleam in Slaiden’s eyes tells me he is dead.

The two men holding me are in shock but instead of their grip on me going slack, they tighten. As if holding on to me will keep Slaiden away from them as a threat. As if. A bleeding Manning views his fallen follower. Shock flashes across his face but he recovers to glare at Slaiden. He is slightly panting. Either from exhaustion and pain or burning rage, I can’t be sure. He rushes back at Slaiden, dipping low to tackle him, lineman style. Just as he is about to connect to Slaiden’s front, Slaiden brings his knee up right into Manning’s lowered face. Manning is jerked upward then falls to the ground, facedown. He groans as blood flows from his mouth and nose. His nose is severally crooked and I think he just spit out a tooth or two. He tries to get up but Slaiden stomps hard on his upper spine. Manning makes a gasping sound but all that moves is his head as he trembles. I can tell by his limp body that Manning is now paralyzed.

“I don’t think you’ll be pleasuring yourself tonight.” Slaiden says with a smirk as he looks down at the man.

Suddenly my left arm is free. I blink to see the white guy that was holding me charge at the demon in a blind rage. He call’s Slaiden a son of a bitch as he cocks back a punch aimed for Slaiden’s face. Slaiden just flashes his fangs at the man which stops him dead in his tracks. His adrenaline filled courage disappears at the sight of those sharp, elongated white canines. Slaiden just raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘Yes? Can I help you?’. The man lets out a small whimper and starts to back away. After two steps he starts to turn only to be thrown against the brick wall head first. His shaved skull crashes into the brick wall about six feet away from me to the left. He falls limp to the cement, his head bleeding out at an alarming rate. He won’t be getting up again.

I’m too scared at this point to even attempt to break free from the other black man holding me. But I don’t have to because the man holding me mumbles about ‘Getting the fuck out of here.’ as he stands up shaking. He runs to the right. Jumping over the finally stirring Mexican, he almost makes it ten feet when Slaiden appears in front of him. Before he can even scream Slaiden snaps his neck with a sickening crunch. Slaiden drops the man to the ground then steps over him. His eyes lock with mine but refocus on the Mexican. I too look over at him and am amazed to see him standing, if barely. His leg is awkwardly bent and he is slightly bleeding. And to top it all off, the once discarded knife is clutched in his right hand, ready to attack.

“He can’t really think that he can do anything at this point, can he?” I think from my spot against the wall. I can’t even find the strength to move my legs to rise up after witnessing all this death and carnage.

The man puts a look of determination on his face and speaks.“You are a child of El Diablo! A demon from hell! I will not allow you to walk this earth as it is the Lord’s will!” his slight accent only adds emphasis to his powerful words as he raises his thin gold chain necklace from beneath his shirt. He kisses the cross of Christ on it then lowers it to rest on his erratically beating chest. While I admire his new sense of righteousness I can’t help but pity the man for the bloody outcome that is sure to take place. After all I’ve fought Slaiden twice and all it’s gotten me is a bad case of sexual assault.

“Child of the Devil? Not quite. But I have met him. Not a bad guy although his temper has given him the reputation of being a bit of a hot head.” Slaiden mocks with a small laugh. I don’t even want to know if there is any truth behind that statement. I watch as the Mexican holds his ground, hardly shaking at this point. Slaiden takes a few, slow steps towards him. It was like watching a hungry lion stalk an unsuspecting grazing gazelle. The Mexican starts muttering under his breath, what I can only assume is a prayer in Spanish, as he keeps his eyes on the approaching demon. Once Slaiden is within a foot of him, the Mexican yells something in Spanish as he thrusts the knife at Slaiden’s heart, that is, if he has a heart. Before either of us knows what is happening, the knife is Slaiden’s hand and the Mexican is being held down on his knees by Slaiden’s right hand on his shoulder.

“You won’t need this anymore.” Slaiden says as he holds the knife in his left palm, extended outward at his left side. Then in a bright flash, a blue fireball consumes Slaiden’s hand. The knife is completely enthralled by the burning flames. Slaiden smirks at the man’s horrified expression. I probably have a similar look on my own. After a few seconds the flames disappear into thin air. Slaiden turns his palm over and we both watch silently as liquefied metal pours down to the ground, not a drop remaining on his hand. The Mexican’s prayer intensifies as he brings his hands up to pray while struggling to pry himself free from Slaiden’s steel grip.

“You won’t need those prayers either.” Slaiden says as he takes his free hand to slash the man with a clawed finger across the neck. Slaiden steps backward as the man falls forward. Now the only one alive is Manning. It figures Slaiden would be saving his target for last. I look over at the limp man to see that he has been watching the whole time. His face is frozen in shock and fear. His eyes widen as Slaiden locks eyes with him. “And now to end your life.”

Slaiden stalks over to him. “I hope he will make it quick.” It’s only been a few minutes for all this to take place but I want to get out of here as soon as possible. I’m just glad none of the guys came looking for me now. I only slightly move my arms when Slaiden looks my way, his eyes giving a silent warning. I take the hint and remain sitting. Slaiden stands in front of the fallen man as Manning cranes his neck to stare up at the demon.

“Please spare me. I was just asked by my nephew to rough her up a bit. I swear I didn’t mean anything by it!” Manning pleads.

“Unfortunately human, your fate was sealed before you even met her.” Is all Slaiden says as he stomps his heel onto Manning’s neck.

It’s over. Their all dead. Now it’s just me and Slaiden.

I slowly rise up which Slaiden turns to watch, narrowing his golden cat-like eyes at me. I keep eye contact with him as I snap back my button and zip up my pants. I straighten up and figure I better thank him even though he was going to kill Manning anyway. “Thanks for saving me, I guess. I thought I was going to actually be raped there for a second.” I say with a nervous laugh.

“Saving you? Who here said you were saved?” he replies with a fanged smirk and burning golden eyes.

“Not good.”


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What’s going to happen to Harley? Will Slaiden have his way with her or will she get away? Hell I don’t even know yet! ;)

Find out on my next update during the week. I’ll be working a lot so it might not be until Thursday but I’ll try to have it done sooner.

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