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countryside of New York state. It was on uninterrupted
plains , next to a farmhouse when he lost track of his subjects. He had
probably reached Maryland, judging by the vast stretches of farmland.
    However, in place of the quilt
of green and brown, he was greeted by stretches of snow. The snow he had
witnessed in New York was not a sporadic phenomenon. The weather had gone
seriously wrong and Eugene suspected the change was more than just the vagaries
of nature.
    He spotted a miasma of darkness
along a strip of the farmland and began descent for a reconnaissance. The found
smell of dead greeted him and soon he found the torn remains of fowls.
    Somebody was hungry, very
hungry.
    There was a whiff of air and Eugene sensed
a draught overhead. He looked up but found nothing.
    He paused. He heard the heavy breathing. It
was too late. He felt a force behind him, a sharp pain in his back and he
doubled over and in an agile turn, landed on his feet.
    He felt the pain travelled up his body.
Eugene tried to numb his pain but shook uncontrollably. He inhaled and looked
to his assailant.
    He was stoned like he had seen Medusa,
speechless.
     “Bruno?” the winged-man said.
     “Eugene, the medicine boy!” the gargoyle
chuckled.
     “I prefer ‘the Healer.’ The Archangel gave
me that title.”
    “Empty titles.” The Demon hissed.
    Eugene noticed the blood stains at the
corner of the mouth.
    “Hungry?”
    “It has been a while since I ate.” Eugene
smacked his lips.
    “You don’t belong here.”
    “You don’t own the place.”
    Eugene swung his warhammer and sent a
ripple of energy. Bruno swung his wings over himself to block out the energy.
Then he unwrapped the wings to reveal a face of fury. The ears perked up, and
his bulging eyes rolled as if they were connected to batteries. The gargoyle
was angry.
    “Explain your presence.” Eugene demanded
however the Demon was in no mood to talk. His wings stretched to full length as
he struck a sparring pose with wrapped fists.
    “Defeat me and you will know why I am here.”
Bruno taunted with an impish grin.
    “That is interesting challenge,” Eugene said
with a flap of his wings, shaking off the effect of the ambush. The
excruciating pain dissipating into thin air.
    “My master and his master; they are going
to rout you.” Saliva drooled from a corner of his mouth.
    Eugene was stunned. My master and his
master…
    Eugene had no time to seek a clarification.
The gargoyle had charged at him. Eugene parried every blow confidently, leapt
back and forth, an elusive target.
    The Demon was pugnacious but the Guardian
Angel was swifter despite the injury on his wings. Their combat saw limb against
limb, flesh against flesh and steel against claws. After about half-an-hour,
with mutual bruising, Eugene had the better of the Demon, thanks to his
agility.
    The final blow was a ruthless slice to the
right wing of the gargoyle. The Demon blanched and somersaulted onto a beam.
    “Medicine boy, you have grown strong.”
    “Fleeing?”
    Eugene was wrong as Bruno next dived like a
falling cannon ball and crushed him to the ground. The impact knocked Eugene
into sickening darkness but only for a moment.
    “Healer boy. Die…”
    However Eugene recovered swift enough. Stretching
his wings heroically, he slipped off and, with the agility of a fish, leapt
over the back of the demon and knocked him into the ground.
    He sliced his warhammer downwards for the
killer blow but there was an upward draught of air and the Demon darted passed
him. His warhammer sent tremors upon impact on the earth.
    Eugene somersaulted upwards in pursuit but
Bruno was a lithe being and had darted into the open. He searched his vain but
managed to pick up a trace of sulphur.
    Eugene knew he had to find Bruno. The
Demons had hatched a conspiracy and a sense of darkness clouded his senses.
Something was gravely amiss.

Chapter
6
Insanity
    Maryland - Chestnut Asylum
    Full moon. The lunar
illumination had turned the