The Guardians of Kernsville

By Nightwing27th All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Drama

Chapter 42: Eels at Headquarters

Dark Vengeance drove down the dirt road that leads to Headquarters. She pulled into the parking lot to find two black vans. One looked empty, but the other had five guys standing outside it.

“Engine: off,” she said, and the engine turned off. She stood up and pushed the motorcycle out from underneath her, sending it into the bushes. She landed on her feet as the men started shooting at her. She did a back flip and landed behind the empty van. Those aren’t normal guns, she thought, as she hid. The guns were shooting out streams of electricity. The men were dressed from head to toe in black.

“Here goes nothing.” She stepped out long enough to shoot one bullet and then duck back behind the van. She watched as the bullet hit one of the men and he fell to the ground.

I guess hitting him in the leg wasn’t bad, since I didn’t aim. Wait…where’s his gun? She looked around until she found it, under the van she’s hiding behind. The other men were still shooting as she crawled under the van toward the gun. She put her hand on it as she looked up and saw the man she shot, stand up.

“What is he made of?” she whispered, crawling out from underneath the van with the gun. “They must be Whitney’s clones.” She stood up and stepped out from behind the van. Then, she shot all of them. As they hit the ground, they turned to water. With the gun still aimed at the puddles, she tried to figure out what just happened. Then, she had a light bulb moment.

“Sam!” She ran inside Headquarters and up the stairs to the elevator. She pressed the down button. “Come on.” She put the gun strap around her shoulder. The elevator doors opened as she heard a ticking sound. She looked down and saw four sticks of dynamite taped together with a clock that’s counting down from five…seconds.

She grabbed the railing and flung herself over it. The bomb exploded, destroying the elevator and blowing the landing to bits. She slammed herself on the floor as pieces of wood and wall rained down on her. She didn’t move until she stopped hearing things fall.

She pushed the wood off her and rose to her feet. She remembered the stain glass window on the side of the cliff, leading down stairs. She ran outside and attached a rope to the bumper of one of the vans.

With the rope in her hands and the Shock Gun at her waist, she backed up to the edge of the cliff. She pushed off the cliff, sending herself flying backward. She came back toward the cliff and her feet made contact with the window, shattering it. She flew through the air and landed on the table in the middle of the room, along with pieces of glass that cut her as they flew by.

She stood up and looked around the room. Fifteen men in black, with Shock Guns, stared at her as she raised her Shock Gun. She started shooting and didn’t stop until every one of them was a puddle on the floor. She looked around the room for more.

“Don’t move,” a voice said from behind her. She dropped her Shock Gun on the table, put her hands in the air, turning around. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

“And you’re going to be.”

The man, or clone, had his left arm around Sam’s neck, and the other was pointing a Shock Gun at him. She started to wonder why Sam wasn’t fighting back. Then, she looked closer and could tell his face was bruised.

“Just wait,” he said. “Once Whitney finds out you’re alive, there will be no stopping her.”

“That’s not going to happen.” She jumped off the table.

“Not one more step.”

She could tell by the tone of his voice that he was nervous and unsure of what she was going to do.

“You’re supposed to be dead. The explosion should have killed you.”

Dark Vengeance stopped and slipped her hands in her cape.

“Hands where I can see them!” He pointed his gun at her. She quickly pulled out her Crystal Gun and pointed it at him.

They both pulled their triggers at the same time. Dark Vengeance’s bullet skimmed Sam’s head and hit the man in the forehead. The man’s Shock Blast hit Dark Vengeance’s chest, sending her flying backward into the table and then, into the wall. Sam stumbled to his feet. “Rebbeca,” he spoke in a raspy voice, as he stumbled to his feet. He ran across the room to Dark Vengeance. He got down on his knees and propped her head up on his lap. “Come on, Rebbeca.” He shook her. “Wake up!”

She opened her eyes and he let out a sigh of relief. “I thought you were dead.”

“You know, if I ever hear those words again, I just might shoot myself.”

He helped her sit up. “You okay?”


He looked over his shoulder. The clone was starting to move. “You shot him in the head.”

“I know.” She stood up and picked up her Shock Gun. “He’s one of her clones. They regenerate unless you shoot them with electricity.” She walked up to the clone and shot him. They watched as he turned to water.


“You’re not going soft on me, are you?”

“Course not,” Sam replied. “How are you not dead?”

“He forgot to take his gun off stun.”

“How’d you know?”

“I didn’t.” She looked at him. “Come on.” She walked toward the broken window. “We have a bad guy to catch.”

After they climbed out of the sky light, Sam checked the vans for weapons, while Rebbeca pulled her motorcycle out of the bushes.

“We have ten Shock Guns and three shock proof vests,” Sam said, as Rebbeca walked up to him. “And based on your performance in there, I think you should wear one.”

“Safety isn’t my thing.”


“I’m just joking.” She took the vest from him and put it on.

“So, what now?”

“We proceed as planned.”

“But Whitney knows we’re coming.”



“Yeah,” Rebbeca said. “She’ll get paranoid and call in Dark Rose, Caster, Bandit… everyone.” Sam walked to the tree line, shaking his head. Then, he turned around and smiled at her. “What?”

“Since the day I met you, you’ve had a plan,” he replied.

“So, how are you alive?”

“What do you mean?”

“Bella told me that Whitney hunted down all the cops.”

“Oh. It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

“Whitney sent groups of Eels, led by the people she still trusted, after the cops.”

“What’s an Eel again?”

“That’s what Drake calls the copies, or clones, with the Shock Guns.”

“Okay, continue.”

“The group of Eels sent to kill me was led by Card Shark,” Sam said. “Danny took out the Eels the second they stepped through my front door. He gave me some cash and told me to stay hidden. So you’re not the only one that’s come back from the dead.”

“Why does everyone keep bringing him up?”

Sam looked puzzled.

“And why would you listen to him?”

“Sure, I don’t like the guy, but since he saved my life, I decided to listen to him. And, a lot happened while you were gone. But I understand if you don’t like to talk about him, since he’s your ex-”

“My ex? He is not my ex.”

Now Sam was really confused. “Rebbeca, what happened to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You were head over heels for Danny. You two were dating, and it got to the point where you let him lead the team a little.”

“Why would I do that?” she asked. “You know me, I don’t trust anyone.”

“Because you loved him.”

Rebbeca stopped, and thought about his answer.

“Someone you know will remember something they have forgotten, and you will forget someone you have remembered.”


“Sam, I think I forgot Danny.”

“No offense, but I’m glad. Now, if you don’t mind, we need to go.”

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it later.” She walked over to her motorcycle. “Now get on.” She got on, and looked at him.

“I’ve seen how you drive a car, so I can only imagine how you drive that.”

“I’ll go the speed limit.”

“That’s comforting.”

“How else are you going to get to town?” She tossed him the helmet.

“What about you?” Sam asked, as he put it on.

“I’ll be fine.”

Sam got on.

“Besides, it wasn’t the motorcycle crash that killed me…it was the bullets after.” She transformed into Dark Vengeance and started driving into town.

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