The Descent Chapter 13: Thy Kingdom Come Part 3

Full Novel Synopsis: Sequel to 'The Spiralling', itself a sequel to the Kick-Ass (2010) movie. However, this novel can be read on its own. After Big Daddy died, Mindy was driven mad, subdued by Dave, and locked away in an Institute after killing all who she deemed responsible but Dave. Will she recover? What will happen next to a New York without her nor the Motherfucker? Elements of the Kick-Ass 2 (2013) movie and comic series will be taken in.

The Descent

Chapter 13: Thy Kingdom Come Part 3

Meanwhile…

“Bowie… Constitution… Napalm…” I was writing down even more words I could remember. There were many of them, more than I could check on the dictionary. Some of them weren’t even found on the dictionary, and I would worry that I was just being stupid.

It was then I heard something. It sounded like a voice, but I couldn’t tell whose it was, so I walked out of my room. “Dave?” I called out, hoping that he came back early, but when I looked at my Spongebob watch, it was only 9:35.

Then there he was, on the stairs. It wasn’t God in his brown jacket and sweater and jeans, but it was this man in a black suit, what looked like a knight’s armour. I saw knights on books before, and he looked like that. Like God, he was walking down the stairs. I was terrified, but I followed him. I couldn’t help myself. I felt drawn to him, as if he was a friend, as if I owed him something.

“Hello?” I went down the stairs after him. The living room was dark, with only the TV shining light everywhere. Daddy was asleep on the couch. He was tired from work. The man in black armour had a cape on, and I saw it billowing, flitting away down to the basement. It was just like last time. I didn’t want to go down and disobey Dave and Daddy, but… The man in black armour – Was he a friend? I wanted to follow him…

This time, I went to the kitchen and took a flashlight from the kitchen. I was afraid I might see the bloody arm from the boxes again.

I went down the wooden stairs again. I expected it to creak, but it frightened me all the same. I was afraid the man in black armour wasn’t as friendly as I thought he was. I held my heart and cross necklace, and said my prayer again, “My Father in Heaven, hallowed be thy name…”

I reached the foot of the stairs. The basement was a little emptier than it was. The workbench no longer had that yellow utility belt thing on it anymore. “Thy Kingdom come…”

An arm reached out from the boxes. It still scared me, even if I expected it. I shined my torchlight on it. Blood. The arm came further out. I stepped back. A head pops out, which was when I realised that the skin of this thing was pale – some parts of her weren’t covered in blood. The hair on its head was snow white. Its eyes were blood red, a little dark red. “Help me!” It was a she, and she was crying for me, her arms reaching for me. I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid she might hurt me.

“Please!” She was in pain. Her voice was strained. In the end, I decided to pull her out. Help her the way Dave helped me. I could soon see her chest, her other arm. She was naked, entirely. Her legs pulled through, and she slumped to the ground, and as soon as she did she curled up. She was covered in blood. She reminded me of new-born babies, like the ones I saw on my science textbook. On the ground, she shivered and I could see goosebumps , “C-cold… Please.”

A box full of old clothes had tumbled over. I took a few, wanting to help her, clean her. I wasn’t afraid anymore. She looked even more afraid than I was. She was crying, but I didn’t know what made her cry. When I wanted to start cleaning her, she pulled away, as if I would hurt her, “Hey, it’s okay, I won’t…” I had to soothe her before I start.

I wiped the blood away. There was a lot of it. Where did they come from? It took a lot of dresses before I could see her snow white skin. The snow white girl seemed older than me. Her chest was larger, and she was taller than I was. Who was she?

Out in the City…

As we were patrolling, people were constantly taking videos and photos of us. For a week or two now, we dominated Youtube and photo sites. We would walk down sidewalks, delta formation, keeping right for people to pass by, this group of seven superheroes with Colonel Stars and Stripes at the head, Eisenhower by his side. We were a sensation, and it was about to get even better than that…

Up ahead was a subway station. Like the gutters spewing forth rainwater, it was always disgorging people transiting from one part of New York City to the next. This time though, the flow was even faster. People were running out, not jogging, but trying to get away from something, screaming and shouting. “Forward advance! God’s intervention, tonight!” The Colonel ordered as he ran towards the subway, his dog trotting by his side. We followed him, maintaining roughly our Delta formation.

Back Home…

The snow white girl lay in a corner. I covered her up with rags, so that she would feel warm, and also so that she won’t be… naked. She looked out cold, but when I got close to her again, she opened her dark red eyes. Her eyes were scary. It was as if she could read my mind with those eyes.

“Who are you?” I asked her as she stared into my eyes. How did she get here to begin with? Why was she in the basement, bloody and naked?

“I- They call me… Demoness.” The red-eyed girl said. It sounded like a nasty name. She did look a little like a Demon. Yet she seemed just as innocent like me, and harmless. She looked like she was the one who was harmed instead. Demoness started crying again soon after saying her name.

“Demoness? It’s fine, don’t cry. You’re safe here…” I felt like Dave. This time, I became the one to comfort a little girl, though she was older than me, “What happened, Demoness?” I tried to hold her, but she shrunk away from me, her face grimacing – she was crying, afraid.

“They- They killed my daddy.” Demoness replied in between sobs. I was shocked by what she said.

Back Out…

There was fighting in the subway. Knives and sticks were flashing between 10 or so men who were largely black. There were one or two Hispanics, and a white. “Rivalry between the Bloods and the Crips.” Colonel Stars and Stripes commented, and stopped us. The feuding gangsters were too busy with their own problems that they didn’t notice the seven superheroes watching them.

“Red signs and Chicago Bulls are the Bloods, the others Crips.” The Colonel explained with renewed urgency. I nodded at the new info, ready for it. The rest of the team were frozen. It was a huge step from kicking mannequins and palming thin air to taking down street gangs, “Eisenhower, stay. The rest of you, spread out and encircle, take down those outside then in.”

Already, a few of the gangsters had fallen, but I saw something else amongst them, someone familiar. A jagged 8-figure mask, totally black costume. He was a fellow superhero, small framed but well-toned. I thought back as I took my position, and it occurred to me – I’d seen him on the net before, someone I dismissed as someone who didn’t look like a team player. It was The Enforcer, the Punisher look-alike minus the guns and gadgets, the guy who patrols the subways exclusively. He must have tried to stop them, and failed miserably. Being a superhero meant taking on missions no matter the difficulty and cost. It seemed that The Enforcer knew that, and he could have died for it. Bound by a brotherhood of costumes, I felt inclined to help him, and quick.

Back Home…

“They- They were all res...ponsible.” The Demoness struggled to put her words out. She was still shaking, but I didn’t know if it was the cold anymore. How did she get here? Did she crawl through the basement windows?

“Demoness… What happened? Who’s they?” I could not understand what she was describing. Yet I couldn’t understand why, but it seemed familiar somehow. It felt like ‘Déjà vu’ – Mrs Davies called it that when I told her about things that felt familiar but weren’t.

“I’m a-alone now because of them.” The Demoness was still shaking. I could see her trying not to chatter her teeth. She was shaking so hard – she seemed so weak and afraid. I felt sorry for her.

“De-Demoness? You’re not alone anymore. I’m here.” I said. Somehow, it felt like I sounded different. My head felt a little dizzy, heavy. I reached for her hand, and this time, she did not shrink away from me. I was a little afraid of her and myself, so I didn’t do it quick. When I finally touched her snow white hand and held it, it felt cold and soft. Her hand was weak. I could barely feel it closing in around mine.

“Good.” For the first time, she smiled. I saw her face clearly even though it was dark. Dave said that our eyes were like that when we stayed in the dark for some time. I saw the corner of her lips and eyes curling up. I felt happy for her that she could still smile, but at the same time, she was scaring me. The grip of her hand tightened. I felt my own hand tighten around my necklace.