Sorry that's it's been a while since the last part.
CHAPTER 6: RISE UP AGAINST GOD PART 4 OF 6
Everyone was surprised to see Nisha come out so early, while her dry eyes make her sadness clear, one couldn't mistake the lust for vengeance inside them.
"Nisha? You okay? I thought you'd be stuck in there..." Eric asked.
"Yes... well not exactly, still feel strange in chest, but I feel better though thanks to this Angel." Nisha explained as she smiled at Lizzy.
"Angel?" Lizzy noted "Does that mean I'm...?"
"No Liz..." Nisha interrupted, knowing what she was going to say.
"Oh come on...!" Lizzy complained "Eric said I could join!"
"He did?" Nisha asked while she gave Eric a wondering stare.
"I may have said I'm open to idea..." Eric answered "but that's not important right now. Glad you're feeling better, but Nisha I think you should rest, we can go over what we're going to do tomorrow."
Nisha was exhausted, but she was in no mood to rest, "Eric, that's not gonna happen until I know for certain we're gonna get back at those fuckers. I ain't resting till I can sleep knowing they'll need to keep one eye open. It may take me over five months to clean my room, but it'll take me less than five seconds to put a bullet between their eyes."
"Nish, ya don't need to worry about that, we've all got ya back. This is personal for of us" Michael told her.
"Yeah, Jackie may have been second only to me in the dick sucking department, but he was a good man, I'm with you on this" Jinx added.
"I'm with you too, that shit they did was fucking disgusting, and that woman thinks she's going to heaven? Please, the bitch just signed her one way ticket to hell" Dante chipped in.
"You're a friend Nisha, you didn't deserve to see them die in such a way, I'll help you put them down" Megan calmly informed.
"I don't like the thought of those fucking murderers having a good's night rest while we have to be content with living in this dump. As long as we play your cards right, I'll be with you too Nisha" Jordan stated.
“I won’t say I was fond of your parents, but they didn’t deserve what happened to them, Jackie was a cool guy as well. This is personally for all of us, including me. I’ll cover your back Nisha, if you’ll cover mine.” Arron told her, leaving Carla to be last one to say something.
Carla could feel everyone was looking right at her, whether she liked it or not she would have to say something, otherwise she’d look bad in front of everyone. "Nishy, I'm sorry I was a really bad girl last night. After hearing everything that happened... I... I see how much I messed up. You don't need me making things worse, so I’ll say one more time, I’m sorry. Jackie was a lucky man to have a fierce tiger like you, he didn’t deserve what happened, I promise if we get our hands on that woman, just give me the word Nishy and I’ll make her squirm and beg to your heart’s content.”
While it wasn’t phrased the way he would have preferred, Eric was happy to see Carla apologise in front of everyone. As much as he hated to admit it, Max was the push he needed to make Carla own up to her mistake. Unsurprisingly Nisha was shocked, not so much by everyone saying they’re in, but more so at Carla’s lengthy apology.
With a suspicious and baffled look on her face, Nisha asked, “Who pointed a gun at your head while I was away?”
Eric then explained that “Max said a few things, and as much as I don’t like him, I’ve gotta admit he made some good points. While she could have phrased it better, she means every word.”
“He did? I thought Max would be throwing a fucking temper tantrum, speaking of which where the fuck is he?” Nisha wondered just as she noticed he wasn’t around.
“Oh he threw a fucking tantrum alright. All I did was fucking ask him if he was okay, then he started yelling at me to blow off his nut sacks. I know he had good reason to be angry, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t feel like punching his smug face and shoving a pencil up his ass” Jinx clarified, regaining her previous anger.
Nisha felt guilty about that so she apologised on Max’s behalf. “Let me guess, he called you something along lines of a whore didn’t he? Sorry, that’s my fault, I knew he wouldn’t take it well, I shouldn’t have spent too long on the details.”
Eric wasn’t having Nisha blame herself, “You’re not to blame Nisha, and Max should have better control over himself. We’re all angry at what happened, but our anger should be focused on the cultists that did it, not each other. We’re all angels, and we should look out for each other. I’m not saying Max isn’t, if anything he won’t be having your back, no, no, no, he’ll be standing in the line of fire to protect you, just like I would for my ex-wife if I’ll ever get the chance to. Don’t get defensive when I say this, it doesn’t matter how many times you deny you love him, even to you it’s unquestionable he’d willingly bear the same scars you’ve endured.”
Nisha was still not in the mood to start denying her feelings, if anything being so drained of energy allowed her to be more willing to listen.
“You know Eric; you’re starting to sound like you admire the numb skulled bastard…” Nisha pointed out.
Eric then clarified that there was “a difference between liking someone and respecting them. Max is just a loud mouthed, hot head, but he’s got morals stronger than mine, maybe too strong but still. (And don’t tell him I said this; a man not afraid to anger me for what he considers right, is a man worth respecting in my books).”
“(I guess you’re right there, I’d normally say stupid, but after spending nearly a week with this kid… I can see why he’d go out of his way to save her. Though giving that shithead a machine pistol didn’t make things easy.) So I don’t think whatever he said has wiggled him out an apology has it?” Nisha asked, though she already knew the answer.
“No it hasn’t, finding you was just a coincidence, one that I’m thankful for. This is one of the reasons why… we won’t be striking them until a week’s time.” Eric informed everyone.
“A fucking week?” Nisha questioned.
“Like Jordan said, we need to play our cards right. And beside you only just got here, I’d like to be optimistic and say we’re all making it out alive, but when most of the world now wants you dead, I’d be a fool to believe that.” Eric then laid a hand on Nisha’s shoulder “We’ve all got your back and we support you. But I think we all deserve to spend some time with you before risking our lives.”
Nisha didn’t want to wait, but she knew preparing would be the smart choice.
“You’re right, thanks Eric. And thanks to all of you, I really appreciate it… and Carla. You’re not in the clear just yet, you’ve fucked up more than what a simple sorry will get you out of…” Nisha then up to Carla. Carla had hoped the apology was enough but she had underestimated Nisha's protective nature. “(You dare ever threaten her again, I’ll kill you, until I’m convinced Lizzy is safe around you, you stay the fuck away from her, you got that?)”
“(Nishy, I just admitted that I was a diva in front of everyone, what more could I do)?” Carla asked.
“(I dunno, figure it out yourself, you’re a big girl) you’re on the right track though. I’ll give you chance. And don’t think I don’t appreciate you standing by me and admitting you fucked up, it means a lot coming from you... just don’t fuck up again.”
Carla then bit her lips, she was angry but just like Max’s rant part of her loved the fact Nisha wasn’t tolerating her mind games.
“So what do you need to know Eric? I’ll give all the info I have on those fucking freaks.”
“I know you will, but not yet, you seriously need to rest, I don’t want you to push yourself too hard, tell me tonight, I need to arrange a meeting with…”
“Eric, I need to have a word with you!” suddenly Eric was interrupted by the very man he was just about to mention.
“Speak of the devil, what do you want Fisher?” Eric asked calmly.
Fisher evidently wasn’t in a good mood “What I want, is a explanation to all the yelling I could hear. If I wasn’t tending to my son I would have had you all shut up sooner. You may have all guns, but that doesn't mean you can start howling like a bunch of rednecks."
It didn't take long for him to rub Nisha the wrong way, based on what the others said before and his bossy attitude, Nisha already took a disliking towards him.
"I take it this is the nosey bastard who pissed you off Jinx?" Nisha asked.
"I'm not nosey. I'm just making sure this place stays safe. One idiot could draw a whole herd on us if we don't keep an eye on everything." Fisher countered. “I take it you’re the new addition to this group of outlaws(?) I see the local gossip wasn’t exaggerating about the scars, you look like hell, no offense.”
Nisha decided she’d try to be nice, having enough of arguments for day “None taken. My name’s Nisha, Nisha Basak and you are…?”
“Adrian, or Fisher, call me whichever you prefer, nice to see someone other than Eric and Jordan have some respect among this lot.” Fisher stated.
“Excuse me?” Nisha asked, slightly unnerved at what Fisher implied.
Eric quickly stepped in to prevent a argument before it could even begin. "Let's not start another argument; I think we can all agree we don't want a fight."
"No I don't. Before I get back to business, let me get this out of the way first; thank you Nisha for getting Lizzy back, Mark was a good friend of mine. Sad to hear he's gone."
Word wasn't out that Mark abused Lizzy so Adrian was completely unaware of what Mark really was. Nisha kept quiet, she didn't want to discuss the worthless man again. Especially around Lizzy who didn't know the gang knew of the bruises on her body. Rather than say anything Nisha nudged her head and aimed her eyes at Lizzy.
"Oh, right, didn't see you there Liz... hold on." Fisher then quickly realised something "Why are you... don't tell me she's staying will you lot."
"Yes dickhead, she's staying with us, got a problem with that?" Jinx asked.
"Yes I have a problem with that, and that problem is you lot. Saved her or not, a kid should not be raised around a bunch of drunks like you." Fisher answered.
"Hey, most of the booze is gone I saw to that shit myself" Michael added.
"That's exactly my point, someone else should be looking after her, not you lot" Fisher counted.
"Oh come on Adrian, what's the worst that could happen to that sweet little gremlin?" Carla asked playful.
"I'm looking right at it" Fisher answered, unaware that the comments made Eric clench his fist briefly.
Eric already wanted to punch Adrian for his snide comment, but he had to keep their relationship neutral, for the community's sake. Anger was clearly evident in Eric's voice. "Fisher, may I remind you of whose daughter you just insulted?"
Nisha wasn't as angry as her leader, but Fisher implying that Lizzy would become like Carla under her care had struck a nerve, while her tone wasn’t aggressive, it was evident she was tired "Adrian, Fisher or whatever. I don't know what's going on between you and my friends, I don't want more shit to start, believe me, but you dare try take Lizzy away from me, I'll shove your head so far your ass you'll choke to death on your own shit"
After rethinking about who his company was, Fisher toned his attitude down, "...Fine, but my point still stands. Look me in the eyes Eric and tell me, do you really think raising kid around your crew is a good idea?"
"I like it here." Lizzy then interrupted. Her voice was timid, Lizzy remembered her father and Fisher were good friends, as such she felt a bit intimidated by him, nonetheless she said what she wanted to say “Nisha is my big sister now, and I like her friends, I want to stay here.”
Nisha smiled a little at Lizzy’s interruption, though she would have preferred if Lizzy had left out the sister part, which still felt strange to her.
Fisher turned to face Eric who had a smug, closed, grin on his face “I think that settles that. Unless you’re gonna say she doesn’t know any better.”
“She’s only eight. What eight year old knows what best for themselves’?” Fisher countered.
“Even if she doesn’t know, I’d like to see you try taking her away. I’m trying to be nice, we’ve only just met but quite frankly, I’m in no mood to be fucked with. If she says she wants to stay, she’s staying, end of fucking story.” Nisha replied, wanting the argument done with.
Fisher had a hard time accepting he had already lost the argument the moment Lizzy spoke up, “Fine, you win this one” so he then had a quick private word with Eric at the front of the den, “Eric, you know that you and Jordan are the only people I consider worth my time. Look, I'm asking you to be reasonable, there isn't enough soap in the world to wash the mouths of your gang, and Max alone would need half of it. Think; is this really an ideal environment for her?"
"No, but is anywhere an ideal place these days? And if you're talking about being reasonable, let me ask you this; can you name anyone willing to burden a kid around here? Half of the people here just get by, no one here was mourning the loss of your scavenge party when word got out, we're not saints but we stick together, like one big family. So, can you still say we're not the best option she's got?" Eric countered.
"Fine, whatever. I didn't come here to argue parenting with you, if you want society's rejects to watch her, fine. My original reason for being here was about all the shouting; what was that all about? I'm already angry that I didn't find out about that scarred woman till someone mentioned her, don't give me another reason."
Eric let Fisher's comment on his gang slide, as they were more important issues to address "I need to discuss that with you as well, but not now, I want to hold a meeting: you, me, Jordan and Nisha, tonight."
"A meeting? A meeting about what?" Fisher asked.
"The people who attacked your old scavenge party and killed Simon; Nisha knows who they are" Eric explained.
"Let me guess, you and your boys and girls want to give them lead fuelled justice?” Fisher correctly assumed. “Well, as much I’d like to avenge Mark and the others, I not going to mindlessly send people to die, not even your cronies, tempting as it is. Why does she need to be a part of this meeting, assuming it’ll happen?”
“Because she has seen them for herself, this is personal for us, but from what she’s told me, these people are also a threat to everyone here.” Eric stated.
Eric now had Fisher's full attention, "I'm listening...".
“We’ll discuss it tonight; I'll meet you at your place at eight. Agreed?"
"Agreed, this better not be a waste of my time. I don't want to be worrying about my boy over nothing... speaking of which, could you bring Lizzy as well? Nick's been lonely, done nothing but sleep the past few days."
While Eric felt Fisher seriously needed an attitude adjustment, he couldn't say no to that question. "So long as neither of them needs to listen in let them have their fun."
"I doubt my boy will be paying attention, he's only six after all. Better be off, whatever you say tonight better be damn good, otherwise I will not be impressed."
"I promise you it will be." As Fisher walked off, Eric took a deep breath and placed two fingers against his temple as he let his anger at Fisher fade away. "You know a fucking thank you at least once would be nice." he mumbled to himself.
As Eric returned to the den, Nisha, seeing him rub his forehead promoted her to ask "What's happening?"
"We're having a meeting tonight. I'm gonna need you to explain to him why this cult is dangerous. Fisher's not an easy man to work with; you'll need to convince him that leaving the cult alone will be more risky than attacking them." Eric explained.
"Right, what the fuck is his problem with us anyway? Who does he think he is, talking to you all like fucking garbage? I swear, he talks to me like that during meeting I'll be moments away from disembowelling him, I'm in no fucking mood to be treated like shit."
"The asshole thinks just because we got drunk, fucked, and kicked ass for a living rather than be law abiding citizens, that we're somehow degenerates" Michael explained.
"Thank you Michael. That's basically it, Fisher was a business manager of some kind before Armageddon came, and because of that he thinks he's most qualified to lead this subway. When we settled down here, we had... a disagreement to who should lead. We came to a compromise; we provide protection and handle any threats, while he handles all the rationing, scavenge parties and... how to say it, decoration."
"He sounds like a controlling prick. I think he and my father would get along rather well." Nisha remarked.
"Eric, seeing we’re done now... may I request a break? All these arguments were exhausting." Megan interrupted, looking close to falling asleep.
"Yes, I think we’ve discussed everything that needs talking about, Dante could you take her place?" Dante agreed and nodded before setting off, "Max is probably arguing with himself at Jinx's post so that's covered I guess. Arron, Michael I want you two on scavenging duty. I know neither of you want to see Fisher again for today, but it's got to be done."
"Alright, we’re on it.” Michael replied. “And to the sneaky bitch who decided they’d have a extra one yesterday, whoever the fuck you are. I’ve pad locked the sucker, so don’t think you’re getting another shot at it.”
"Mich, you'll drink whatever booze we'll find. How you still have a liver is a damn mystery" Arron commented. "I thought you were a recovered alcoholic."
"Ex-recovered alcoholic” Michael corrected, “Fuck being sober, it'd be a dirty crime to leave those poor bottles of whiskey be left to waste, If there's a silver lining in all this, it's there's a brewing factory somewhere with thousands of pints ripe for the taking."
"Leave some for us you greedy bastard; nothing beats a good pint and smoke" Jinx told him.
"After a late night's gangbang right Jinx?" Nisha added.
"Yep" Jinx confirmed.
"Well promise me one of those in future; I'll leave ya something to drink, deal?" Michael asked.
While Jinx was very tempted, she wasn't going to have a sexual encounter without Joie's say, she wasn't going to give away having a boyfriend either, so she decided to answer, "Alright, find me a whole bottle of fine vodka and you’ll have yourself a deal”
“A whole bottle of fine vodka?!” Michael remarked “Why don’t you ask me to find a fucking diamond and shit while you’re at it? Even if I do, you aren’t having it all, half.” Michael bided.
“You ain’t gonna find a fine bottle of vodka Mich” Jordan told him.
“I bet I will, literally. My winning streak hasn’t ended yet, and I doubt it’s ending now" Michael cockily replied.
"Alright, let's get a move on you cocky bastard. The quicker we get done with Fisher the better" Arron told him.
"Why do you think I'm stalling(?) I'm hoping the thought of getting hammered will help drown out his bullshit when we get there" Michael replied.
"It's gonna take a whole lot more than that. That man's a walking shit spouter" Arron stated.
"Good luck boys" Carla bided as she wiggled her left fingers good bye.
Carla, Eric, Jinx, Jordan, Lizzy, Megan and Nisha were now the remaining ones at the Den. Megan had fallen half asleep against one of the fence. While Nisha's story was still fresh on their minds, there was a mutual feeling of not wanting to discuss it any further.
Carla repeatedly tapped the tips of her fingers on the sofa, with the entire den now quite what Nisha had told her made her feel a strange sense of furious arousal as Nisha's words finally settled in. As she watched Nisha talk with Jinx, her mind filled with thoughts she knew weren't appropriate for such a time, part of her wanted to roughly force Nisha to ground tear off her clothes, she knew Nisha would put up a fight, but that only intensified the thoughts in her head.
“What you thinking about?” Eric asked, interrupting her trial of thought.
“Huh? Oh, nothing” Carla dismissed.
“Mhmn” Eric replied, not believing her. Eric sat beside her as he told “I’m proud of you by the way, I know you were persuaded into it but still, I’m happy you spoke up like that.”
“Thanks at least you appreciate it” Carla replied.
Eric immediately picked up on what Carla was implying “Carla, don’t tell me you honestly thought that’d wipe the slate clean. Just saying you're sorry, doesn’t change the fact you stepped out of line. You know how stubborn Nisha is anyway.”
"I know, it's just frustrating, after hearing what Nishy went through and how Jackie and her family were shot like animals, I feel like a total witch now. I messed up, I know she said she appreciates it, but...”
“Stop, she does, but any good parent or sister as she insists, wouldn’t forgive someone straight away, if at all for using their sibling to get what they want, you’ve got to see this from my and her point of view; if someone used you, to get to me, what do you think I’d do to them if I got my hands on them?” Eric asked.
“...Same thing I’d do other way round, make them wish you’d kill them.” Carla answered, as reality slowly sank in.
“What can I do though? If staying by her side as we get back at those robbed bad boys doesn’t earn her trust back, what will?” Carla asked.
“I know you hate it when I talk down to you, but all I can say is; just be a good girl.”
“I’m not five…” Carla responded.
Realising how Max’s choice of words had a stronger effect on her, he decided to say something he likely would, “Alright then, how about this; stop being a fucking bitch to Nisha and they won’t be any more fucking problems. That better?”
“Yes. Dad, I know it’s not the issue, but please stop calling me girl, you know how insulting that is? I know you copied Maxy. Speaking of, I overheard you say you don’t know why I picked him as my man, want to know why? Because he doesn’t care who or what someone is, he’ll speak his mind to anyone, and he never sugar-coats it. That’s all I want from you. Do you understand me now?”
“I think I do. I get it, you want me to treat you like a woman, but that’s not gonna happen if I don’t see you acting like one. I’ve told you that. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll stop saying girl. But remember what I told you, you… fuck up again. You are out, I can’t take what I said back. Not even for you.” Eric told her.
Meanwhile Jinx had just told Nisha everything Max said during his rage.
“He really said all that?” Nisha replied.
“Yes, I'm over what he said to me, but only because he gave 'bad girl' over there a hell of a fucking scold... Nisha I know you say you're not into him, but you should talk to him, I dare you to say, after everything I just told you, that he wouldn't die for you. Because I tell you what, you fucking well can’t." Jinx advised.
"Is the whole world trying to get me and him together? And you're one to give relationship advice" Nisha replied.
"Hey, relationships aren't my style sure, but Nisha my point still stands, you should talk to him. I don't need a fucking psychologist or whatever to know you need him now. Nisha, I’m telling you this as your best friend, stop the tsundere shit and kiss the arrogant bastard already… hell you’re wearing the necklace he gave you, I can see the engraving, just open your legs already and have done with it."
“Why would she have to…” Nisha quickly covered Lizzy’s mouth before she finished asking.
“Don’t answer that…” Nisha told Jinx, before sighing in defeat. “I guess, I best just own up to it. Eric! I’m gonna she how Max is doing, after what I’ve heard, I think I better talk to him”
“Fair enough, just so long as you get some rest.” Eric replied.
“Finally gonna tell the hunk you want him, if you heard Max’s hot rant, you’d know he’d go through hell and back to save your sweet buns.” Carla added.
“I thought you wanted to get in my pants just as much as he does. Finally wisened up, what we ‘had’ is never happening again?” Nisha asked.
“No, I’m just thinking that if you get with Maxy, I could kill two birds with one stone” Carla explained with lustful grin and wink, unnerving Nisha slightly.
“That’s the Carla I know. Seriously though, I just told you all what happened to Jackie and my parents and already you’re fucking...what?” Nisha’s attention was diverted to Lizzy who was tugging her tight black jeans.
“Nisha… just go to Max.” Lizzy told her, before Nisha got distracted.
Nisha had finally accepted her feeling, but the fact Lizzy had to be one to make her realise it, made her feel embarrassed “...grrr, you know Lizzy? For a eight year old you’re giving Max a run for his money for who grinds my gears more, why do you have to be so right?”
“Because I am right?” Lizzy replied, not too sure why Nisha was irritated.
“(Fucking smartass)” Nisha mumbled under her breath. “Jinx, can you watch over Lizzy for me (And don’t let Carla near her)?”
“No problem, good to chat with someone close to my size. Hey Jordan, seeing you’re not doing anything, want to talk?”
“Hell why not, will make a nice change from Michael's insane bet addiction.” Jordan replied.
As Jinx and Lizzy went to sit beside Jordan, Nisha set to go talk and confess to Max.
Max was sat beside the sandbags, his arms were folded and legs crossed with his right foot tapping against the bags, as he still had a lot of rage inside him. “Is that fucking cuntass bitch, ever going to get the fucking memo? The only reason, I haven’t shoved a sword up your anus is because Eric would shove a mace up mine and turn me inside out in the fucking process. Why the fuck did I date that slimy bitch to begin with?”
“Because you’re a stupid stubborn bastard that’s why.” a familiar voice answered from behind.
“Nisha?! Why the fuck… I mean, why you here? You should be back at the Den. Hey, l’m so fuc...”
“Max, can you shut up for a moment… I’ve got something to say...”