wanted.
He drove a block down, turned the corner and then got out to let the bat-mobiles out of the trunk. He told them what he expected and they seemed upset about it, but that was probably because the pig was a fat bastard and the bat-mobiles weren't used to hard work.
Because they had wheels in place of legs they were forced to bite into the pig to get a grip. It took two dozen of them to lift it into the sky. And with that, they disappeared from sight , the pig squealing the whole time.
Jack thought about making a joke about pigs flying but he knew it would sound stupid and inappropriate. Plus, these dumbasses probably wouldn't get it.
This might be their last and only chance to get Lucifer. He sure hoped the pig would come through for him.
On Angel Wings
Shelly wasn't afraid even though she was flying a couple hundred feet from the ground. The wind was frigid but Lucifer gave off a kind of warmth that pervaded beyond her flesh. He had her grasped just tightly enough that she wasn't afraid of falling, but not so tight as to hurt her.
She felt his chest muscles tense each time his wings flapped, but he wasn't out of breath. He seemed almost serene. Although she'd met some crazy characters over the past month, none intrigued her like this one.
The thing that brought her back to reality was the smell of him. He smelled like gasoline and burnt meat.
She shook the juvenile romantic notions from her head. She was being kidnapped, flown to God knows where, so that the mightiest creature she'd ever laid eyes on could rape the shit out of her.
But those eyes of his kept playing tricks on her sensibilities. His breath was warm and sweet, like kettle corn. His body was warm and hard.
Stop it, she told herself. This guy is evil. This guy will be the main character in the worst chapter of your short, freaky life.
She thought of Jack. A selfless thought came to her: She hoped Jack wouldn't try to save her because Lucifer would kick the shit out of him without breaking a sweat.
As she thought this, she could have sworn she saw the strangest thing: There appeared to be a pig chasing after them through the air. But it was sideways and kind of tilted over, like it was being carried by some unseen force against its will.
She shook her head and closed her eyes tight. When she opened them again, the pig was gone.
Maybe insanity was the only way for her poor brain to process this weirdness.
When she heard a faint, distant squeal, she knew she was losing her marbles.
Waiting for the Pig
Dick-eyes had found them another empty house to shack up in for the time being, so Jack waited patiently for the pig and the bats to return.
He could only assume Dick-eyes had found a way to relay to the pig where they were hiding. Maybe he'd cased the place out beforehand and told the pig. Maybe he'd sent one of the remaining bats after the pig and its brethren to relay the update. He didn't worry about it though. Dick-eyes seemed t o always come through for him and he trusted him now more than ever.
He flopped down in the recliner. It was an oversized model, but still too small for Jack 's muscular ass. But that didn't stop him from getting comfortable and slipping into a fitful sleep.
He dreamt of war and blood. He dreamt of bones and cries for mercy.
When he woke up, he had a boner that had ripped through the crotch of his pants. He'd never felt more proud of himself in his entire life. He wished he had a camera.
But then he thought of Melanie and his emotions flipped over on end. The love of his life was gone and only his nemesis knew where she was. And his son was with her. He hadn't had long to get to know the boy but he was a sweetheart and Jack had taken an instant liking to him.
He knew his whole reason for breaking out of hell was to reunite with his loved ones, but he was no closer to that dream yet. Lucifer was a dumbass though by putting himself squarely on Jack's radar. Had Lucifer not shown up
He drove a block down, turned the corner and then got out to let the bat-mobiles out of the trunk. He told them what he expected and they seemed upset about it, but that was probably because the pig was a fat bastard and the bat-mobiles weren't used to hard work.
Because they had wheels in place of legs they were forced to bite into the pig to get a grip. It took two dozen of them to lift it into the sky. And with that, they disappeared from sight , the pig squealing the whole time.
Jack thought about making a joke about pigs flying but he knew it would sound stupid and inappropriate. Plus, these dumbasses probably wouldn't get it.
This might be their last and only chance to get Lucifer. He sure hoped the pig would come through for him.
On Angel Wings
Shelly wasn't afraid even though she was flying a couple hundred feet from the ground. The wind was frigid but Lucifer gave off a kind of warmth that pervaded beyond her flesh. He had her grasped just tightly enough that she wasn't afraid of falling, but not so tight as to hurt her.
She felt his chest muscles tense each time his wings flapped, but he wasn't out of breath. He seemed almost serene. Although she'd met some crazy characters over the past month, none intrigued her like this one.
The thing that brought her back to reality was the smell of him. He smelled like gasoline and burnt meat.
She shook the juvenile romantic notions from her head. She was being kidnapped, flown to God knows where, so that the mightiest creature she'd ever laid eyes on could rape the shit out of her.
But those eyes of his kept playing tricks on her sensibilities. His breath was warm and sweet, like kettle corn. His body was warm and hard.
Stop it, she told herself. This guy is evil. This guy will be the main character in the worst chapter of your short, freaky life.
She thought of Jack. A selfless thought came to her: She hoped Jack wouldn't try to save her because Lucifer would kick the shit out of him without breaking a sweat.
As she thought this, she could have sworn she saw the strangest thing: There appeared to be a pig chasing after them through the air. But it was sideways and kind of tilted over, like it was being carried by some unseen force against its will.
She shook her head and closed her eyes tight. When she opened them again, the pig was gone.
Maybe insanity was the only way for her poor brain to process this weirdness.
When she heard a faint, distant squeal, she knew she was losing her marbles.
Waiting for the Pig
Dick-eyes had found them another empty house to shack up in for the time being, so Jack waited patiently for the pig and the bats to return.
He could only assume Dick-eyes had found a way to relay to the pig where they were hiding. Maybe he'd cased the place out beforehand and told the pig. Maybe he'd sent one of the remaining bats after the pig and its brethren to relay the update. He didn't worry about it though. Dick-eyes seemed t o always come through for him and he trusted him now more than ever.
He flopped down in the recliner. It was an oversized model, but still too small for Jack 's muscular ass. But that didn't stop him from getting comfortable and slipping into a fitful sleep.
He dreamt of war and blood. He dreamt of bones and cries for mercy.
When he woke up, he had a boner that had ripped through the crotch of his pants. He'd never felt more proud of himself in his entire life. He wished he had a camera.
But then he thought of Melanie and his emotions flipped over on end. The love of his life was gone and only his nemesis knew where she was. And his son was with her. He hadn't had long to get to know the boy but he was a sweetheart and Jack had taken an instant liking to him.
He knew his whole reason for breaking out of hell was to reunite with his loved ones, but he was no closer to that dream yet. Lucifer was a dumbass though by putting himself squarely on Jack's radar. Had Lucifer not shown up
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