The Wrath Walker (The Wrath Series Book 1) by Matthew Newson (fun to read .txt) 📗

since your little stunt has set us back time wise. Men, if you will be so kind as to return to praying, I’ll take care of Mr. Farmer, and then I will be right back with you.”

Phillip picked back up the large dagger as his men went back to chanting. I lunged forward and smacked Phillip across the face with the hardened steel of the revolver. He dropped the dagger and stumbled back as I grabbed the blade and ran to Elizabeth’s side. She was still breathing, but she had started to wake a little as her eye lids partially opened and closed. Phillip’s men stopped their chanting and looked to their leader for what he wanted them to do as I held up the dagger ready to attack any who came close.

Phillip spit out a mouth full of blood. “You’re going to pay for that. What are you going to do with that one dagger against eleven strong able-bodied men, Brandon?”

“I might not be able to stop all of you, but I’m guessing you need all of these guys for your little stunt to work. All I need to do is take out one of you. So, which one of you is it going to be?” I looked about the room to see who was going to come at me first.

“Enough,” Phillip yelled and stopped his men as they tried to close in on me. “Scott, give me Elizabeth’s gun, I want to kill Brandon myself.”

“With pleasure, sir,” Scott uttered as he walked to Phillip and handed him Elizabeth’s gun. I’d forgotten about that gun in all the excitement.

As Phillip raised the gun toward me, I turned to barely conscience Elizabeth. “Lizzie, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I love you.”

“That’s so sweet, but you were never going to be able to save her, or stop us,” Scott said as he fired the gun at me.

I was prepared to see a bright blinding flash of light, followed by angelic beings, but instead I heard the distinct sound of metal as it bounced against the cement floor. I looked up, surprised that I was still alive as a man in a red suit with a buzzed head stood in front of me.

“He might not be able to stop you when you have a gun on him, but my brothers and I can,” Wrath said to a clearly shocked and somewhat horrified Phillip.

Everyone looked around the room to see that Phillip’s men were surrounded by men who wore red armor that looked straight out of the Roman Empire. Each had a sword on their hip, and an assortment of knives strapped all about their bodies. A look of raw intensity was etched on their faces, and all who looked upon them knew they wanted a fight.

“So, you and your brothers finally showed yourselves, but didn’t learn anything from when we met on the rooftop? You are not as powerful as we are.” Phillip shouted.

“Wrath, I did everything I could to stop Phillip and his men from killing Elizabeth and destroying the city. Please, you and your brothers do not need to decimate the city. There has to be at least one good person left somewhere that doesn’t deserve to be destroyed with the wicked.”

Wrath turned his head slightly as he kept an eye on Phillip. “You’re right, Brandon, and two of them are standing behind me. God saw everything you did here tonight, and he is proud of you. You were willing to go straight into the lion’s den with no backup to try and save every person of this city at the cost of your own life. Your actions have moved his heart, so it’s not the city that will be dying tonight.”

“We’re not going down without a fight,” Phillip yelled as he started chanting again, and then the rest of his men followed suit. Wrath’s brothers became enraged at the sound of their words, and their eyes lit up and glowed red like fire. They drew their swords and chopped down Phillip’s warlocks before any of them knew what hit them, and then they turned their attention to Phillip, who looked more than terrified.

Wrath took in a deep breath and seemed to savor the moment. “You were saying about stopping us? Because, from where I stand all your men are dead, and there’s no one, not even Lucifer himself coming to save you now. Which by the way is the devil that is talked about in the Bible, which you never believed in, but that didn’t mean the Bible was fake.”

“This can’t be happening,” Phillip barked.

“But it is happening, Phillip. All the death and destruction you have wrought upon this city and its inhabitants... All so you could have power. The only real power comes from God. You should know that since you heard it many times over throughout your life.”

“It was the gift of immortality,” Phillip said as he pointed the gun at Wrath while his brothers stared on and didn’t move a muscle.

“You have craved power ever since you were a little boy, and that all-consuming selfish desire kept you from experiencing God’s power and his presence,” Wrath said as he pulled a knife with a yellow blade from under his jacket. Just like the one he used on Ron the night that Wrath and I met.

Phillip started firing the gun wildly as Wrath slowly made his way toward Phillip.

“Stay back you freak. I mean it, you don’t scare me!”

Wrath’s voice intensified with every step he took toward Phillip. “Your lust for Satan’s power and only his power has corrupted you, so now you will feel the power of God’s wrath.” Wrath smacked the empty gun from Phillip’s hand and buried the knife into his stomach and stepped back.

“I told you I was going to kill you before I left this city,” Wrath said as he looked upon Phillip.

A small amount of blood trickled out of Phillip’s mouth as he looked down at the knife in his