Available Darkness Season 1

aiming not at John, but at the handful of men just behind him.
    The van struck its targets with sickening thuds, then rolled over the soldiers, thumping as Larry slammed on the breaks. The van screeched, then lost its balance, swerving sideways, tumbling twice and then slid to a crashing halt into the motel.

    * * * *

    John

    John opened his eyes in a painful blur just in time to see the van driving straight at them.
    The van slammed into the men behind John and the momentum sent him forward and into one of the soldiers. They fell to the ground, John on top of the man. When they came to a stop, John’s face was as close as a lover to the soldier’s.
    The soldier looked up, and his eyes went wide at something he saw in John’s eyes.
    Instinct kicked in.
    John’s jaw snapped open, and he sank hard on the man’s neck and pulled, ripping flesh in frayed chunks in a fluid, animalistic surge. The soldier screamed, flailing as John dug deeper like a hound refusing to loosen its grip. Blood rushed into his mouth and then, as his jaw locked tighter around the man’s neck, the familiar current of energy began to course into him.
    John inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt a tidal wave of vitality rush through his body. All at once, the panic, pain, and hunger which had ravaged him stopped, replaced with a calmness even as chaos continued to erupt around them. For that moment, even as the van screeched and flipped over before slamming into the motel, even as the remaining gunmen screamed and fired their weapons at John, there was nothing else but John and the life force he was drinking fully.
    One of the men screamed “hold your fire” repeatedly, but bullets continued to rip into John’s back, legs, and arms. Only when lead bit his shoulder, did he consider the danger of a head shot.
    John looked down at the withered corpse beneath him, paused for a moment, then lifted his gaze at the remaining men in black — four of them.
    They stopped firing, staring at him like startled children caught by an angry parent. One man’s weapon shook in his hands.
    John looked down at the jacket, concentrated on the belts and buckles which fastened his arms together. All at once, they unfastened and he began to wriggle free.
    If only I could’ve done that 10 minutes ago.
    “Holy shit!” one of the men said and fired a shot which slammed into John’s chest.
    John fell to the ground, his chest on fire as he gasped for breath. He glared up, then leaped at the man who shot him, so fast that no man or bullet could stop him. His hands found the man’s skin beneath his mask.
    “Oh God no!” the man blurted out with his dying gasps as John fed on him.
    John, his body humming with power, turned and glared at the three remaining men and barked, “Run!”
    They did.

    * * * *

    Brock

    Brock watched as John fed on his soldiers.
    What the FUCK?!
    He took cover behind one of the armored vans the minute shit went south.
    He wanted to call Jacob and ask him what to do, but was afraid to disappoint his boss. He knew all too well what happened when people let Jacob down. While Jacob was not a strong man, he had plenty of resources. Those he didn’t kill, always wished themselves dead soon enough. Returning without John wasn’t an option.
    As he contemplated his next course of action, he saw her. The girl that he and his squad had kidnapped earlier. She was sitting in a pickup truck across the street, head peeking over the dashboard. While she was seemingly staring straight at him, her eyes were more likely on the action. Brock decided to move from his spot so he could circle around and approach her from behind.
    John might out-power him, but Brock would be damned if the freak would outsmart him.

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    Abigail

    Abigail’s heart was a jackhammer, banging against the silent walls of the unlit truck still cloaked amongst the shadows. She watched helplessly as chaos erupted across the street, the gun quivering in her hand as her left knee bounced madly.
    She couldn’t believe the ferociousness of John’s attack as he bit, clawed, and burned the soldiers. She was paralyzed, horrified, and fascinated all at once. Though she’d seen the aftermath of John’s feeding, and had seen him in action on the televisions in Larry’s motel room, this was the first time she’d … seen it in person.
    Pain crawled up her throat as her eyes fought back tears. For the first time, Abigail was not only afraid for John , but