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Paul shifted in the seat, moving Charlie’s body gently against the window. He had told the driver to bring them to the port swiftly but not to get them killed doing it. He gave a snort of indignation as they carriage jumped over yet another bump. He raised his ornate walking stick, banging the rounded crystal top against the roof of the carriage,
“I wont tell you again!! Mind those da/mn rocks!!”
The carriage swung violently and he was thrown back in his seat, he heard a strange muffled cry then all was silent again. He looked to Charlie confused, was she about to awaken? The carriage lurched again and Paul was thrown violently against the window on his side,
“DAM/NATION!!”
He couldn’t afford to have the driver stop; time was not his friend right now. He lifted the catch dropping the window, gasping as a freezing wind tore at his clothes. He grabbed the frame hoisting himself out, giving one last careful look towards Charlie before clambering out. He’d drive the da/mn carriage himself.
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Gable gave a little smile hearing Paul clambering up behind him. Just as he planned.
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Paul was squinting trying to see through the blinding sleet that had suddenly begun to fall. He was edging his way closer towards the driver, one swift turn and he’d have his neck broken and they could all be on their way. He moved forward again and reached out to grab the driver’s shoulders, when suddenly Gable swung himself around and planted both of his feet firmly into Paul’s chest.
“Enjoy your fall friend”
Gable smirked and shoved with all of his might, sending Paul flying off the back of the carriage.
Paul gave a howl of rage as he flew across the carriage. He swung his hand up and just barely managed to catch onto the back of the carriage. He was tore along behind it; his feet and body being dragged along at break neck speed. He swung his other hand up and hoisted himself up, scrabbling to get a better grip.
Gable reached down to grab the reins again and began urging the horses on, cracking the whip against them. A creaking noise made him look up sharply, just in time for Paul to land a fist squarely on his nose. Stars danced in front of Gable’s eyes and blood gushed from his nose. He barely had time to twist out of the way as Paul sailed in with a left hook.
Gable caught Paul’s waist and tackled him onto the roof of the carriage. The both of them brawling as the carriage raced and lurched through the forest.
Paul stood over Gable his eyes glowing through the sleet as he aimed a kick at his midriff, snarling he tore Gable up by his shoulders,
“You think you would be a match for me, a petty crook? Remember my face because it’s the last you will see before…”
Gable head butted Paul making him stagger back in shock,
“You just don’t know when to shut up do you?”
He punched Paul in the stomach and then caught him with an uppercut, which sent Paul skidding down the length of the carriage on his back. Paul rolled over onto his stomach, trying to push himself up onto his hands and knees only to collapse again gasping, as Gable stamped down hard onto his back with his foot. He reached down grabbing Paul before hoisting him up and swinging him off the carriage out into the forest.
Gable staggered back to the top of the carriage almost slipping from the sleet and wind. He wearily gripped the reins, wiping away the blood that was dripping from his nose. He turned up his collar and pulled down his hat against the raging sleet, he’d stop as soon as they were far enough away to check on the girl.
For now he was taking a break…….he was getting too old for this.
Gable took a swig from his hipflask and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He chewed off the end of his cigar, put it in his mouth, and lit it in a curse.
Just as he was about to turn and check on the girl, a strange movement from the road caught his attention. It wasn’t Paul. It was larger. Much larger. And it was moving towards them.
Gable drew his .45 and watched the large creature.
No, it wasn’t a creature. It was a machine of some kind. It had legs like a spider, and it was moving - clunking along in the darkness on long steel legs. It had a small frame and hissed and grinded with the sound of steam and cogs.
As it neared, under the poor weather, gable saw that someone was inside the machine. Controlling it.
Behind a red window – smiling.
Jesus it was - her. His old friend from the hotel.
Gable aimed and fired twice at the window, as he did a voice echoed from a gramophone from the head of the steel spider.
“Long time no see honey, how is your back by the way?” said the woman smiling.
Gable empted his .45 on one of the leg-joints of the spider; hoping to weaken it, but failing. “Once I got your knives out, the doc stitched me up just fine.” He voiced. He quickly drew his powder gun that he kept at his waist, and fired twice at the cockpit window. But there was no effect. It was if the glass was made of iron.
Pistons and gears hissed as the spider started gaining yet more ground.
“I should have used venom. But I had run out you see. Having killed all those people at the church dinner had drained my personal supply. And then you came along.”
A strange wiry talon suddenly sprung from the steel spider’s underbelly and reached for gable. But he dodged and it tore off the door instead.
“Lucky me.” He whispered.
Gable took a dyna-charge from his side, and throwing his cigar to the ground, pulled the pin out with his teeth. He watched the movements of the spider for a moment, to try and find some kind of rhythm, then letting off two more rounds – aiming for the cockpit once again – and threw the dyna-charge at the legs of the machine.
It exploded just under one of the legs, sending a hail of dirt from the road everywhere – but otherwise doing little damage to the machine.
Just as he was about to pull the pin on another, the huge claw came back and reached for him again, and a cackle of laughter sounded from the gramophone.
It had him by the arm. Gable cried out.
Jesus. Was that his arm breaking.
The pain was unbearable.
Gable pulled at it, but the claw was iron. He could not move it.