Princess of the insurgents 37 Crushed against a wall

The two souls who joined together to compose the present Jane have always been very lonely. One had no self-confidence, while the other lived voluntarily locked up in her huge house.

This loneliness that they had become accustomed to was an integral part of themselves and the present Jane did not suffer from it either. However, the last few weeks spent in the company of the people of the camp allowed the young girl to discover a new way of life that she greatly appreciated.

Once again, alone, flying over one of the roads near the camp, Jane, who only now understands the weight of loneliness, understands how much she loves this community life.

Discuss everything and nothing with others. Laughing with friends and even getting yelled at has never seemed particularly wonderful to her and yet, at this moment, Jane feels that these simple little moments that have nothing to extraordinary are almost a luxury.

Jane pushes away this disturbing feeling to focus on projecting her brain waves to the surroundings.

Before randomly heading in that direction, Jane has flew the camp hoping to find tire tracks, or other signs that might have set her on the path of the assassins who abducted Sally, but the dry earth didn't allow her to discover any clues as to which direction to take.

The direction is uncertain, but Jane is convinced that those responsible for the massacre of her girlfriend are gang members.

From what she has been able to learn, there is little military presence in this part of the United States and it is unlikely that they have a particular interest in a harmless community.

Terrorists are say to be concentrating their efforts on the major cities of the northeast and northwest, while religious fanatics, in addition to moving in small groups, usually kidnap only one or two people.

These gangs thirsty for sex, money and blood usually live in the small towns they have taken over. They have no clear claims, are made up of people from a variety of professional backgrounds and notorious offenders, and take an unhealthy pleasure in establishing their small-scale supremacy by creating a climate of fear.

Remembering this disturbing information, Jane speeds up her flight.

The night is deep. Perhaps it is already early in the morning, when the two armed men standing guard at the main entrance to Ashport, a small town on the northeast border between Arkansas and Mississippi, see a star that seems to be moving towards their town at a very high speed.

As the object, which flies horizontally and is therefore certainly neither a star nor a small meteorite, approaches, the two men raise the old semi-automatic rifles to shoulder height.

Despite the small size of this extremely bright thing that stands out on this moonless night, the two men begin to sweat.

Fighting with other men is something which is usual and to which provides them a lot of pleasure. Killing a wild animal when they need to, is not a problem for them, however, they are not so proud of having to meet this unknown thing that has just landed 800 feet away from them.

As if that wasn't enough, the shiny thing landed in the little woods that border the village they took possession of almost 2 years ago, after having chased away the former gang that occupied these lands.

After exchanging a few words, the two men decide that as a precaution, they will not go to meet the thing of unknown origin.

With their semi-automatic rifles placed at shoulder height, which they point in the direction of the object's landing place, one of the two men, whose breathing is accelerating, decides to ask for reinforcements, with the help of a simple radio stolen from police station, long since deserted.

Not far away, in the only café in the city under an arbitrary curfew, a small moustached man casually points to a table occupied by three of his men who are busy drinking alcohol.

This little moustachioed man, who does not take this senseless call too seriously, thinks that, as is often the case, his guards must be drunk and are victims of a hallucination.

Convinced by his analysis, he is convinced that these 3 men sent as reinforcements will be back in less than 5 minutes and without worrying more than that, he raises his glass again and swallows the contents.
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In the street, these reinforcements, whose gait is not very assured, suggesting that the men are already completely drunk, have not bothered to take their guns. Indeed, they did not see any anxiety on the leader's face and consequently, they themselves left very confident.

This leader may be small and skinny, but thanks to his extraordinary intelligence, this seemingly insignificant man, allowed their late formed gang to demonstrate their strength by using various tactics that confused their most powerful opponents.

Yet these drunken men, who move without hurrying and take more than 3 minutes to join their comrades, blink, at the vision that greets them, when they finally reached the height of the 2 guards.

They know they are drunk, but not drunk enough to imagine what they are seeing right now. Frozen on the spot, the alcoholics do not know how to react when they discover their companions whose feet no longer touch the ground.

More than nine feet off the ground, crushed against the side wall of one of the houses in the small country town, these men, with whom they have committed numerous sackings and massacres, seem unable to make the slightest move. Their ribcages lift up, a sign that they are still breathing, yet their bodies seem as rigid as than that of a dead.

Like the mouths of fish out of water, that of their companions open and close more four times a second. It is obvious that the two men are looking for air, that they are suffocating, that their lives are hanging by a thread and that if they do nothing, their comrades, prisoners of this strange and invisible force, will die by suffocation quickly.

Yet, frightened by what they cannot see and do not understand, the three drunken men flee, leaving behind them, their companions whose their hearts for too long deprived of oxygen, emits its last beat before stopping for good.

Not far from the two dead men who crash on the ground, Jane, who, in order to go unnoticed, makes it disappear her white substance body covering, takes off again from the ground to discreetly follow the completely drunk men, who fall heavily many times, before reaching a bar covered with vulgar inscriptions made with spray paint cans.

The entrance to the bar is not wide enough for these 3 relatively muscular men, but in panic, they all rush together towards the entrance, thinking that once inside will they be safe.

The laughter of the companions of the 3 drunken men resounds when these fools crash into the door frame which can only allow one of them to pass.

Regardless of the laughter, the man in the middle manages to get out of his awkward position and rushes towards his leader who is very surprised by the panic he reads on the face of this comrade, who generally, ignores the meaning of the words: fear and empathy.

"Leader, we are in danger this time. Our comrades are dead or will die soon. I've never seen anything like it. It's something invisible who has crushed them against a wall and is preventing them from breathing."

Chapter end