Unicorns and Angels
It was Sheen’s fifth birthday and Jola was walking both of her children to their Grandmother’s house for a long awaited birthday party, Uni had to stay home to meet some people, but promised to be there as soon as he possibly could.
When his visitors left he was only 15 minutes late, but he still set off out the door at a run, his children, were hugely important in his life, and he wanted to share every important event in their lives with Jola, but when he arrived the smile fell from his face, the entire yard was filled with motorbikes, mostly heavily customised, and he had a very bad feeling about what he might find inside.
As soon as he set foot through the front dor, his worst fears came to life, two men grabbed him from either side, they were wearing the colours of the Hell’s angels, and he had heard a lot about the chapter they were from, they dealt drugs, had gone to court for attempted murder, and were heavily suspected of numerous murders, although no charge had ever been successfully pressed against them, they were considered armed and dangerous by the police.
He could see his children unconscious in a heap on the floor, and further back he saw another man holding a knife to Jola’s throat. His eyes swung quickly around the room as he marked the position of every person in it, and then he acted, with a speed that belied his size, he swung the two men holding him together, and they met with a bone jarring crunch, that left both quivering on the ground, unconscious.
Another tattooed man lunged at him with a knife, and he caught his wrist, twisting and breaking it, leaving the tattooed man screaming. Then the man holding Jola suddenly produced a sawn off shotgun, and aiming it at Uni’s belly he screamed, “Eat lead big boy. Guess you won’t be here when I do your wife.” and then he pulled both triggers. Uni was hit in the belly, and torn almost in half. The force was enough to lift him off the ground and throw him across the room, finally slamming him into the far wall, where he slid, bleeding, to lay on the floor, in a growing pool of his own blood.
Jola screamed and changed, and the black unicorn reared over the remaining men, she was after blood, and they fought desperately for their lives, across the room Kasandra desperately shook Sheen awake, and together they both changed to help defend their mother, to their eyes the only unicorn left alive, and they charged across the room with childish bravery against the killers of their sire, but both were quickly battered into unconsciousness, they were too young, too weak for this kind of fighting.
But Jola was not, and watching her beloved children go down under a hail of chains and fists was too much for her sanity. Inside her mind she screamed, “Wolves!” and attacked with all the insanity, hurt and loss inside of her. She gored, kicked, and bit, she tore and ripped the killers of her herd, she gave them no chance, just as they had not given any to her beloved Uni.
The sickening sound of breaking bones echoed around the room as each man died, but she shed no tears for their deaths, until finally only the man who had killed her Uni stood before her, sweating as he tried to reload his shotgun. She broke it in two with a fore hoof, and then crushed his skull with the other.
As suddenly as the madness had come it receded, and she raced to Uni, changing on the way. He was conscious as she reached him, and with the one hand he could still use he stroked her hair softly. Jola screamed at him, “Don’t you die on me boo, you are my man and I will not let you die. “ And her tears fell on to his badly wounded body, each one healing the terrible wound a little bit, Kasandra staggered over to them both, and knelt, still in unicorn form, by her father’s side. Sheen followed shortly afterwards, both children had massive amounts of cuts and bruises, but neither even noticed them, their sire was dying.
Uni was delirious, and Kasandra asked Jola what he was saying. Jola answered in tears, “He is saying he loves us all.” It was then that Sheen noticed that his mother’s tears were slowly healing the massive hole in Uni’s stomach, he rubbed his small horn there too like Uni had taught him, and noticed the wound get smaller still, but it was still touch and go, for even a unicorn couldn’t reverse death. Kasandra imitated her brother and together the three of them began to drag Uni back from the yawning abyss, But it took everything they had, every bit of love of belief of strength, until finally Uni lay there in a peaceful sleep, his body had been healed, but his soul still felt the wound.
Jola lay beside him just as she had so long ago and rubbed him softly with her horn, and nuzzled his face, he was her boo, the father of her children and not even death was going to take him away. She refused to allow it, death had, had his share this day, he would have no more.
