Leaving Hell Part 2

Chapter 278-1

Leaving Hell

Part 2

 

Mr. Bronson and Mr. Wesley gasped as the looked at the man that was 5 times my size, lying on a stretcher in a world of hurt. Mr. Striker and Mr. Granger bent over him having the doctor tell him he was done. There was no way he could play. However none of them said anything regarding that he was only mortally wounded he just needed to time to heal, but certainly wasn’t going to be any time soon or should we say in the next 1 hour or so. Mr. Striker was now down to two people, and what was worst. Most of his players didn’t look all that good and if that wasn’t enough. Kirk and Greg had made it to the goal line and scored another 5 points for our team.

Mr. Striker and Mr. Granger were fit to be tied as they looked at us, with such hate and wanted to end us in the worst way. Not one of our guys was seriously hurt and as for me not evens a single scratch. The crowd was in hush whispered, not sure what they had just seen a boy like me do two men in less than 5 to 7 minutes all by my little old self. I took a seat on the bench, even though I wasn’t tired our willing to admit it anyway with the adrenaline rush that was going on inside me.

It was Dad that told me I needed to take a break to give them and my friends a chance to play, more like obliterate the other team. Mr. Wesley asked if that was wise considering how useful I have proven myself to be. Dad said. “Absolutely, Nate’s not the only boy here on our team that has skills, but however he is the best of them.”

Martin took my place and it was Kirk and Greg to make a third with less than 10 minutes on the clock. Mr. Striker smiled as he pointed over at me and then the three boys watching Dad and Mr. Vincent take a seat with me. Allowing Tony and one of his men known as Tuner to take the field the moment they were told too.

Mr. Striker said yelling across the field. “You just made a huge mistake retiring your best players. Thinking I am down and out because you took down two players and not even my best players at that. No coach in their right mind would put their best up first Mr. Wesley. I am going to enjoy watching you kneel to me when this all over.”

Mr. Wesley faked a yawn and flipped him off said. “You think they were my best; I paid good money for all my players, the ones you didn’t want. Care to wager or do you plan to forfeit when I take down your last player. I only need one more and then you will have to forfeit; I have a full slot, and none of them are as injured as yours.”

Mr. Striker said. “Then let’s wager 6 million dollars that I win the point spread by 5 points.”

Mr. Wesley said. “Make it 10 mills, considering this a man’s game. In fact, I will allow you to replace both your injured players during the last half of the game.”

He said. “Deal, but let’s change the rules that we can add 4 men to our 8 on the field; unless your course you're afraid of your little boys getting hurt because you don’t have four more men since you filled your slots with more boys than men.”

Mr. Bronson shook his head no, but Dad said. “Do it. They want to feel pain then so be it, but let’s make it interesting. See if he is will put himself on the field during the last quarter?” Everyone one of us agreed and Mr. Wesley walked out to the middle of the field; motioning over the referees, Stringum and Mr. Granger. The deal was struck that both coaches would play the last quarter and the players would be 12 totals on the field plus the fact the game had been changed that grunts could run the ball to the goal line adding Eli and all the boys on Mr. Striker’s team. He wanted all men now since none of his boys he had picked were nothing but wasted space.

Mr. Wesley said. “Ok, you better win guys; we can not let them beat us after we just crushed them during the first half.” I linked with Jeff and he said bring it, stating that there would be no balls going in Mr. Striker’s baskets which also stated he wanted a little payback. He didn’t say why, other than that there was some very bad blood between them, not that he wasn’t a mass murder or anything; 

Stringum took the middle of the field and gave the terms of the game as Mr. Striker fans cheered shouting. “It’s about damn time. This isn’t a kiddy game; it’s a man’s game.”

Eli and the boys came over on our side giving us all a high five. Mr. Stringum said as the clock ran down that due to the changes the second half of the game will start in 30 minutes with 12 players and the last quarter the couches will be playing as well. He nodded to the guy that controlled the flow of chocolate telling him to start filling the field to the top and don’t stop.

Mr. Striker smiled as he and his team traded out their players that were injured. Telling them it will be like taking candy from a baby. Mr. Granger stopped him reminding him he better win, or else. That if we win there will be hell to pay and I think he meant that literally. He also said. “Now’s my chance to find those keys, have you seen my two council members they have been gone far too long. The house may be big, but it shouldn’t take them that long to run down the morgue and search this place from top to the bottom.”

Mr. Striker said. “Why should I care, about your too councilors. I have my own job to worry about, which is winning this damn game, not searching for your lost men or your boys. When there… wait? Where are the rest of the boys, I was sure there were more in the stands ripe for the picking?”

He looked at Stringum, but the thing was Stringum hadn’t left Mr. Granger side during the entire time of the game. He looked over at Mr. Wesley and Mr. Holliman and asked if their boys were here. He nodded and pointed to them being taken care of by my adoptive Mom and Dora. Even her three boys were still here. He growled. “I don’t have time for this.” He pulled one of his men over and said. “I need one of those boys. I don’t care which one. The High Bishop has three. He only needs one for his pledge tonight.”

I didn’t have to alert Tony or Mr. Stringum considering Jeff was as just as capable and he could do it unseen. However, he did inform me and Tony that all the boys have been taken care of and the girls that were pledge age. The only boy’s left was the ones we were saving for last and when the game ended we were high tailing our butts out of here.

Tony had his team were busy locating robes, and blankets for all that needed them. I’ll I knew when tomorrow morning comes. Those parents won’t be too happy when they wake to find out they are no longer parents. Or worst waking up finding them inside a jail cell. Explain to the lucky judge about how they intend to kill their children for nothing more than gold.

However I did feel sorry for all those misplaced boys and girls, but I also was glad they were alive, and wouldn’t end up on the altar tonight with their throats cut and hearts being eaten. All for the love of gold, and power thinking that their Demon God was going to provide it for them. It was almost too hard to believe that some parents can’t have children and want them so bad it hurts; while other parents were willing to kill them for nothing more than cold hard cash.

Money isn’t happiness, and you can not by love on a shelf. For as I know immortally in is a pipe dream. Yet I did wonder if perhaps that their Demon God might bestow on those that are willing to give him not only his or her soul but the lives of their children as well for a small taste of it. Stringum was right it just wasn’t worth all the gold in the world or the lives he would have to sacrifice to get it. The price was just too high to live knowing that this God of theirs would never be satisfied until every child in the world was dead, and every soul was his.

We left the field to strategize our next moves as well as take a quick shower. Not that it would do much good considering we would only have to re-grease ourselves and be covered in chocolate mess. But least it would be fresh grease and chocolate mess. Mr. Wesley congratulated us for a job well done asking our new boys to our team if they have given everything they got or were they done.

Eli and they quickly stated that they were basically doing nothing. Considering that we had done all the work for them and not having a chance to show off their skills when it came to breaking a few bones and tossing a football. Reminding us of the score so far and the a*s kicking we had given during the first half of the game.

All of it was true, we had done quite a bit of a*s kicking more so our grunts and mostly me. However, Eli pointed out that was a bad move on our part to allow Mr. Striker to trade his injured players for fresh ones and allowing them to not only tackle as grunts but take the field allowing them to score without using only boys.

Dad said. “It is and was kind unfair that they couldn’t actually play the way they wanted and the rules were stupid anyway. 8 players on the field was ridicules because it took more to protect the ball and the player that had the ball. It’s like shooting your self in the foot. Plus the fact we all want of a piece of Mr. Striker more so me. Nate already made impression on Mr. Gregory that he could, without doubt, beat him to a pulp. That he will never forget it, as long as he lives. Providing he lives that long.”

Everyone agreed and with about 5 minutes left we prepared ourselves to kick their a*s. However Mr. Granger seemed really upset, not finding no keys or his two councilors; however, he was clever enough to take their rings. Not trusting them to come back knowing if they failed their lives were going to be added to the list.  He fingered the blade as a reminder to Mr. Striker and to remind us that he could end us if he had too. But when the members took their seats there were more empty spaces and a lot few pledges available.

The only ones that were left basically were one of Mr. Wesley boys and Mr. Holliman’s boy, Larry. Dora was missing with two of her boys as he told Mr. Granger that she and the boys had prior engagement being as she was the queen of this coven. That the boy he was using for his pledge was the one he had right here. Leaving Mr. Striker and Mr. Gregory without boys, as well as Mr. Granger, as he sent out men to find him some, but the thing is, every time he sends someone out they don’t come back. However his face was unreadable, but Jeff said he very upset because he was held hostage here, as much as we were as time was growing short.

All he wanted was this game to end and find those keys so he can open the chamber. He looked at his watch noting that game would have to be decided in 1 hour’s time. He had already informed Mr. Striker that his life was now on the line like he needed a reminder he needed to win, and he needed to find those keys. The rings weren’t all that important considering he could open the second door using the three rings he had. 

Stringum didn’t say anything other than the fact he planned to make the old man sweat, for he wasn’t about to give him the real keys, the fake ones yes, but not until the clock had almost reached its peak. Mr. Wesley too was beginning to sweat. Knowing he didn’t want them to open that door. They didn’t want to sacrifice not a single boy. He wanted them for a different reason, and neither he nor Mr. Bronson was talking and whatever they were wearing around their neck made it impossible for Jeff to read their minds.