Free Firstborn (The Legacy Series) by Ryan Attard Page A

them.
    There was no way I could take him down in a straight fight, so I had to cheat. I waited until the tornado he had gathered had reached its peak and aimed my gun at him.
    Time to see if the new toy could withstand some magic. There was a small , red streak as the bullet hit the tornado and burst into flames. The demon instinctively shielded himself and stepped backwards. Rule number one of surviving a fight with someone tougher than you − you never just retreat. Surprise them, and then retreat.
    I dove straight in for the girl. I grabbed her arm and hoisted her over.
    “Come with me if you want to live.”
    I know – cheesy. But what do you say to someone in that s ituation, I’m your knight in shining armor ? For God’s sake, I was wearing leather! Should I have said something dumb like, I’m your knight in leather ?
    That’s not even kinky – just weird. So, I dragged the girl out of the car wreckage just as Mephisto roared in sheer rage.
    “ Just where do you think you're going with our quarry?” Mephisto asked, with a feral look. His teeth were bared, promising a lot of slow, deliberate pain.
    Out of nowhere, a thick slab of stone crashed right into his face, sending him flying.
    Amaymon hollered from across the street. “Hahaha. In your face, you butt sniffin’ creep.”
    “ Mephisto! They mustn't get away,” Gil screamed as she crossed her arms and energy gathered around her.
    I recognized the spell – she was going to create another barrier, like the one in the hospital. I holstered the gun and grabbed a wheel rim. Magic enhanced my throw as I launched the thing like a discus. It caught Gil in the stomach and she doubled over.
    At the same time, Amaymon dug his fingers into the concrete and heaved. The entire street waved in a massive carpet roll. Mephisto ran to Gil's side and both of them used wind to counter the earth magic. The result was an explosion and a lot of gavel being thrown about. Amaymon splayed his fingers and debris billowed around them, creating a smokescreen.
    “ Yo, man, we gotta split,” Amaymon said as he pulled both me and the girl around a corner and down the block.
    “ They can still track us,” I said. Mephisto's dog nose wasn't just for show. “Amaymon, I need some clones.”
    He nodded. From the ground, eight pillars of mud sprouted up. He motioned for me to tap each one, giving it a portion of my magic. Slowly they took on a humanoid shape. The end result made them look like terracotta soldiers.
    “ They don't look that pretty,” I said to Amaymon. “And they're gray.”
    “They smell like you do, and have a trace of your magic in them,” he replied. “ They only need to throw off any trackers.”
    “ Okay. I'll take these and make a run for it. You and the girl take some other route, and meet me at that parking lot in ten minutes,” I instructed.
    Amaymon nodded and hefted Abigale over his shoulder. The girl offered no resistance. She was either in shock or on drugs.
    I took off weaving in between streets and deploying the golems in different directions. That was probably enough but I decided to run around a couple of blocks just in case.
    After a few minutes I circled back.
    A red sedan pulled up next to me and Amaymon grinned from behind the driver's wheel.
    “ Come with me if you wanna live.”

     
     
    13
     
    Imagine the most awkward drive home you have ever experienced. Now, forget it because there is no way your uncomfortable drive can compare to mine.
    Abigale, who sat quietly and wide awake in the back seat, only spoke when the car stopped.
    “Are you going to kill me?”
    I saw the deadpan fear in her eyes and shook my head. Yeah, I could see how it looked – two guys taking a girl from the hospital in a stolen car. Not exactly the swashbuckling rescue I imagined.
    “No,” I answered. “No one is here to kill you.”
    “What do you want with me?” she whimpered.
    “Believe it or not, I’m here to rescue you.”
    Her eyes widened and she