Destroyers of the Lost Garden (The Lost Garden Trilogy Book 3) by K.T. Tomb Page B

them a couple of years to find the perfect gown for Molly. That’s the one that made her heart sink when she saw it. He paid almost $2000.00 for it, which had set him back considerably. She was worth it.
    He even bought the wedding gown preservation kit, though he thought it was a waste of money. Whatever Molly wanted, she got.
    He smiled as he remembered her as she had walked down the aisle toward him. The sight of her had taken his breath away. She had her auburn hair up in a bun with loose strands that fell perfectly on both sides of her face. She had small eyes. When he first met Molly, he had to look closely to see what color they were. Brown.
    Geronimo wanted to see his wife again. He would see her again.
    He focused on the tank as he increased his speed. Ten feet from his objective. A soldier appeared from behind the tank with his weapon drawn. Another stood on the tank itself. Geronimo didn’t slow down. He was ready for it and nothing in the world would keep him from seeing Molly.
    Nothing.
    Never slowing down, he grabbed the soldier closest to him, the one on the ground. He dropped his own weapon as he grabbed the man’s weapon with one hand and his neck with other. He quickly turned the soldier so that he faced his fellow soldier. Geronimo used the soldier’s body as a shield when the Iranian standing on the tank opened fire with his automatic weapon. Geronimo’s human shield was riddled with bullets but worked perfectly with only a few stray bullets whizzing past their intended target and hitting the ground.
    The frustrated soldier on the tank was out of options and out of ammo. The incessant clicking sound told Geronimo all he needed to know. He dropped his then dead shield as he dove for the legs of his next opponent.
    The Iranian fell forward onto the ground. Geronimo knew from his youth on the streets that it was time for some good old- fashioned street fighting. He kicked the Iranian several times in the face.
    “Where’s your damn smile now, you little shit? Where is it?” He yelled in triumph.
    He looked up after he realized that he probably wasn’t alone. He saw several Iranian heads pop up from behind the trucks. Geronimo smiled.
    “Come and get me you fuckers!” He then got into the tank and prepared for battle.
    It was his time to stop running. It was his turn to go on offense. It was time for them to burn.
     
    ***
     
    Evan Knight spit up what he believed to be several gallons of water and he coughed as he tried to sit up. His lungs burned. Jess kept him still.
    “No, Evan Knight. You must recover. You almost died.”
    There was a light around Jess. Knight saw the vision before him and forgot for a moment where he was.
    “Am I dead?” he asked, calmly.
    “That’s a strange question,” Jess responded, with a questioning look. “You are obviously talking and “thankfully” breathing.”
    Knight sat up.
    “Just thought I saw an angel…never mind. Some Chosen One I turned out to be. I can’t even handle Eden’s waterslide.”
    “Perhaps then you should be avoiding frivolous words and focus on staying alive,” Shala stepped out from the forest. “If you are indeed the Chosen One.”
    Jess excitement could not be contained as she rushed to hug her sister.
    “Shala! Thank God! How goes the war? What of Mother Daughter?”
    Shala looked suspiciously at Knight as he struggled to his feet. She cautiously approached him.
    “You don’t look like much, Evan Knight.”
    “Oh yeah?  Well, it’s what you don’t see that’s…pretty special,” he replied. He then realized that he had no idea on how to respond to her. “At least you know my name. That has to mean something.”
    “It means that I have good hearing,” Shala said with a bite in her tone. “I heard Jessima call you by name.”
    Jess brought Shala over to Knight.
    “Evan Knight. I would like to introduce my sister, Shala IL Eve. Shala, this is the Chosen One.”
    “We’ll see,” Shala responded, non-chalantly.
    She