The Creator watched as Rose thrashed and screamed and kicked out and scratched while Hicks laughed trying to control her. He had been the one who had brought on the rainfall and lightning precisely when it had been needed. He was enjoying what he was seeing.
"Damn for a girl so spoiled you sure know how to fight. No wonder ol' Willy's always getting you whatever you want," he laughed grabbing her wrists with one hand then sliding the underneath under her dress. His expression suddenly turned to one a predator showed to its prey. "Luckily for you, I love it when my girls fight back."
He pushed her deeper inside the carriage and pinned her down with his body again. He pulled down her trousers this time. "You ain't gonna get any foreplay acting like this. I'll put you in your place." She fought back managing to grab his face and scratch them.
He laughed as blood dripped down his face. "Just another one to the collection. I'm going to make you bleed too. Oh, just you wait. You're going to have the best night of your life and too bad it's going to be your last."
Hicks unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He pushed down against her body biting her neck hard and she whimpered.
"Damn, you feel tight. More fun for me," he said but before he could force himself inside her, a lightning bolt hit right behind him.
Lightning was flashing throughout the night sky but this one was too close. Hicks fell onto her yelling out in surprise. His friends who had been watching him in amusement fell to the ground and even Rose stopped fighting. Hicks looked behind him and saw the man he had killed standing before him. He stood there frozen in shock, his cock going limp with fear.
Michael walked up menacingly and punched him as hard as he could. Hicks fell to the side as Michael's fist connected which made a sickening, loud crack. Michael held his fist as pain flooded through it.
Gunshots fired and the Creator froze time. He then slowly forwarded time and watched the bullets trajectories. Some were headed at Michael, while the others were way off the mark with one even finding it's place into Rose's head. It had just missed Hicks by an inch and he watched as the hole expanded as the bullet sunk into her pretty face. The Creator tutted with disapproval. We can't be having that now, can we? He rewound time and slowly aligned all the bullets at Michael.
He resumed time and Michael fell to the ground dead. Hicks's companions ran up to Michael's dying body and fired repeatedly into it.
Bad idea.
It only made Michael's return to life quicker.
Michael respawned on the spot and his killers sprang back in surprise. He shoved one of them down while the others recovered. Michael grabbed the repeater in the guy's arms and tussled for it with him. The muzzle of the gun found a crook in Michael's arms and the owner fired. Michael's hold loosened as blood dripped down and his eyes sprang up with the whites looking deep into his killer.
He was holding on to the repeater so that he wouldn't fall back. But something was different.
He felt something bellowing inside him. Something red. Something angry. A rage he had never felt before.
Good, thought the Creator. He was tired of dying.