Bitemarks 3.5

Oh joy. Root canal surgery next month. Lucky old me.

Bitemarks 3.5

Ed did his best to nap for his remaining two hours. Whether they were on time or not he couldn't tell. All he was aware of was the sound of the door being unlocked and opened as he came round. Two soldiers marched into the room, both wielding assault rifles trained on Ed. one at head height, one at the chest. Clearly they were taking this threat seriously. A third soldier, probably the one who'd being guarding the door, entered with a pair of cuffs in his hands. They were different from standard police handcuffs. Ed even knew what they were. The Bureau had developed them to restrain various superstrength creatures. Werewolves initially. No surprise that the technology had eventually been sold on to the army. But Ed didn't have superstrength. To him they were not really any different from the cuffs he'd been led to the cell in. He offered his wrists and the soldier slipped the cuffs on and locked them. A blue led indicated they were live. Remote controlled shock cuffs, Ed knew. Not that it mattered. Any escape attempt would be futile. And so Ed let them lead him from the station, a blanket over his head in case of any stealth photography.
When the blanket was finally removed Ed was in the rear of the armoured vehicle. It was some form of all terrain truck he guessed. The innards had various metal panels welded into position and he couldn't begin to guess at what lay beneath them. They hadn't taken any chances. Even from the inside it looked built to take impact. A series of vertical bars sealed Ed off from the rearmost section of the truck, where his two armed guards sat. Ed didn't need to examine them to know what alloy they were made of. They had the same colouration as the bars of the cage they'd kept Grace in. The panels too now he took the time to look. Ed was actually impressed. If they'd somehow caught The Mother instead of him this cage just might hold her. And so Ed sat back and waited as they drove through the morning darkness. Away from the city. And out to who knows where...

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Ed was watching his captors through the bars. They hadn't spoke to one another. Had barely shifted position except to occasionally glance at Ed. Not so much as a cough since they'd left the...
"What the..."
There was a screech of tires accompanying that voice from up ahead and the truck lurched violently. Ed was thrown up against one side and then up towards the roof as the rear end of the truck seemed to lift up from the floor. For a second it felt as though the vehicle was airborne then the rear end hit the floor again with a thump, jolting Ed once more, hard into the metal panels. Ed winced and clutched his head where it had struck the wall. Through the bars he could see his guards regaining their footing and reaching for their weapons. There was another sound from outside the vehicle. Gunfire, from an automatic weapon. Then a scream, then silence. Ed's guards looked at one another and held a brief whispered conversation before checking their weapons and opening the rear door. They both left, the doors closing shut behind them. From his prison all Ed could do was wait and listen. More gunfire. It sounded like both the soldiers were firing in short controlled bursts. He heard the clang of metal on metal as some of the shots hit the vehicle. Then more shouts. And then more ominous silence. Ed braced himself for the worst. Something struck the back of the truck and it shifted under the impact. What was going on? Was it The Mother? Or someone thinking they could steal her? An army of her spawn? Whatever was pounding the doors was actually having an impact and here and there the metal was beginning to buckle. Soon there was a terrible scraping sound and the leftmost door was torn clean from its hinges and flung aside. Pressing himself up against one wall Ed looked out into the darkness.
"Ed?"
He didn't recognise the voice straight away, but as the head came into view, peering into the truck Ed recognised the face. Climbing inside and bleeding heavily from numerous bullet wounds was Beauclair.