Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 77: The Devil’s Scared Of Me

Chapter 77: The Devil’s Scared Of Me

All at once, shit hit the fan.

The blob that I associated with where Lucien was standing blurred forward. The second he moved, Tank pushed me to the side, toward Mathis, trying to keep me safe and get me out of the way.

But everything felt like it was moving through water. My brain seemed to have slowed everything down until it seemed like I was the only one moving in real time.

The second Mathis touched me, I clung onto his vision, seeing the knife in Lucien’s hand. It was hidden in his body as he lunged forward, hidden around his stomach instead of overhead like the clowns held theirs.

Shifting slightly, I slid out of Mathis’ grip, moving forward until I was once again standing between Tank and Lucien.

"You dare kill something of mine?" I asked softly. Reaching forward, I gripped the knife in my hand as Lucien thrust it forward. He meant to penetrate Tank’s heart by going under his ribs, but I put a kink in that plan.

The familiar bite of steel cutting through my skin almost made me feel like I was back at home, but I didn’t feel pain.

"Lamb!" screamed Tank as time resumed its normal pace. "Lucien! I am going to fucking kill you."

I didn’t bother to hold back my smile as Tank once again wrapped himself around me like he was my shield. Tuning into his vision, I was actually struck dumb at the sight before me.

Bright orange flames rushed out of Tank’s body, surrounding Lucien’s like it was trying to eat him. Lucien screamed as he dropped to his knees, his eyes wide with fear as the flames began to consume him.

More flames poured into Lucien’s mouth as if they had a mind of their own, burning the man from the inside out.

"Huh," I grunted, watching the man who just tried to kill Tank crumble into ashes faster than I would have thought possible. "Neat trick."

Tank growled low, pulling me even closer into his chest as he literally hunched over me, protecting me from the threats in the room.

Dante and one of the smaller men had blank expressions on their faces as if flames coming out of Tank wasn’t all that unusual. The other two men looked absolutely terrified as they watched Lucien being consumed by flames.

No one moved for a few seconds until Mathis stepped forward. "Tank, your Lamb is injured. You need to fix her." As if his words broke some sort of spell, Tank shook his body before turning his attention to me.

"You’re hurt!" he whined, his arms leaving me as he gently grabbed my right hand. Treating it like it was something breakable, his fingers trembled as he gently forced my fingers to uncurl. The blood that had been pooling in my palm started dripping to the floor, now freed from where I was pressing down on the wound.

"Would you believe me if I said it didn’t hurt?" I asked, letting out a long sigh.

"No," grunted both Tank and Mathis at the same time. Rolling my eyes, I took the staple gun from my space and started stapling the wound shut.

I was maybe five staples in and just inserting the last one when Tank completely lost his shit. "You can’t do that!" he hissed, pulling the staple gun from my right hand. "You need to disinfect it first, then clean the blood so you can see the wound. Then we are going to numb the area so that you can’t feel anything before we gently close up the cut."

I gave him a weird look before turning my attention to Mathis. "You’re more normal. Can you tell him that I am fine?" I asked, giving the other man my best puppy dog look.

"Do not mistake how I look on the outside for how I feel on the inside, Princess," growled Mathis as he looked down at me. His face was completely blank as he spoke, but I felt the barely leashed rage inside of him.

"Seriously," I sighed, flicking my hand a bit to let the blood dry faster. "This is hardly the worst thing I’ve ever had. It doesn’t even make the top 50."

"You stood in front of me and got stabbed," muttered Tank slowly, as if he was still processing what had happened. "You got stabbed."

"More of a slash," I shrugged. "Besides, you’re mine. I wasn’t about to let someone hurt you... not if I could stop it."

There was a tense silence as I could feel all the eyes in the room staring at me. "Really. I’m almost disappointed that you turned him into barbeque. I had plans for that man!"

"He hurt you," growled Tank, and I wasn’t sure if he was ever going to get over that fact.

"But he didn’t hurt you," I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

"Now you owe me two lives," said Dante, the idiot not understanding that he was not the priority right now. It was like he was going to die if he couldn’t be the center of attention.

"You have your numbers wrong," I replied, turning around until I was facing him again. Tank couldn’t take his gaze from my palm, so I had no idea what was going on in front of me, but I didn’t need my sight at the moment.

"I really don’t think so," snapped Dante. "Lucien was worth a hundred Victors. It’s a shame that Tank only has one life to give up. Maybe we’ll let the zombies eat him... that way, we can kill him a second time."

My head cocked to the side as I felt the presence of the monster deep inside me move. It was strange to feel so connected to the creature that normally freaked me out. But in this case, we were both on the same wavelength.

We were going to kill anyone and everyone who threatened Tank.

Starting with Dante.

But this was not the time to give in to my baser instincts. Tank needed reassurance that I was safe and his wants and needs would always come first.

"I wish you a long life," I announced, slowly tipping my head down in a semblance of a bow as I stared at Dante. "And when Death does come for you... make sure to pray that you will find your way to heaven."

Dante chuckled, and I could hear the crinkling of the fabric under him as he rose to his feet. "Heaven doesn’t want me, and the Devil’s scared of me."

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