{--video feed on--}
Chainsaw sat alone in the dark room, bathed in the screen glow of his laptop.
After loading his desert eagle, he looked down lovingly at the man made weapon. It had saved his life from the inhuman on so many occassions.
Chainsaw: (talking to himself) My famly is dead, I'm never going to go back to collage and I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell. {deep sigh}
He stood, walked to the night stand and put his gun in the drawer on top of the bible.
He looked down at it for a minute until a knock at the door from Miss Jackie returned his concentration.
J: Are you coming?
Chainsaw: Yeah be right there.
He closes the nightstand drawer, grabs his pactched trenchcoat and laptop as he closes the door to his room.
******* Later at the local mall... ...Somewhere between the coffeshope and the shoe store...
J: Why do you always drag your laptop around?
Chainsaw: {touches her nose playfully} It reminds me of home.
J: ...Where might that be, exactly?
Chainsaw: Minnesota. A State with about three months of humidity to warm you up for the other nine months of fridgid snowfall. J: { smiles and stumbles slightly in her heels that are taller than she is used to wearing, and skillful chatches herself on Chainsaw's steady arm.}
Chainsaw: Well originaly I was from a suburb in
California. It was so much 'cooler' in California.
I used to surf for hours durring the day and hang
out with my friends late at night. My parents were always
busy, so they didn't know until my older brother narc-ed
on me later.
Chainsaw: But then my parents moved just before I
started High school. Something about my friends being
a bad influence and the town going to hell.
J: That must of sucked, loosing all your friends and moving from California.
Chainsaw: Well, not really, but close. On the plus side, one of the biggest malls is nearby. Great selection, high prices, lousy service, and more tourists than ya can shake a rain stick at.
J: It sounds like you don't like the mall.
Chainsaw: It's not the mall exactly, but more the large crowds of happy people, blissfully unaware of the coruption around them. I mean, why are they so lucky. It's too easy to loose yourself here, you almost think for a moment that life's, uh normal. {Chainsaw cocks an eyebrow as a sulfurous trail emerges from his eyes and lock onto a wayward shambler caught up in a crowd rush toward the gyro stand.}
J: I think of it more as a reminder of, you know, why we were chosen. They are the people we're trying to help. Ooh, those shoes look cute...
******
Chainsaw and Miss Jackie are heading toward the car carrying a large number of bags.
J: So are we going to go stop that shambler you put the trail on? Even though Dr. No isn't here, we can handle just one of them. ..And I've been practicing with the stake.
Chainsaw: I think stakes only work on vampires, but Yeah we can go stop it. Just don't tell Dr. No and we'll be ok. {flashes his quirky half smile}
******
Dark Alley, A few blocks away from the mall.
Chainsaw and Miss Jackie park and step out into the chill night. A slupherous trail leads down the alley.
J: I guess this is the place. Why'd a Shambler wanna go in here? Not many people come this way. Nothing but a couple of burnt out appartments.
The night is quiet too quiet. Some rustling in the smokey alley comes closer with frightening speed. The two hunters jump, startled by an ally cat. The cat jumps up into Miss Jackie's arms.
J: Poor thing, it trembling.
Chainsaw:Hmm, just a cat. {chainsaw spasms in pain} Messengers:"SAVE THEM FROM YOUR FOLLY"
J: What is it?
Chainsaw: {coldly through teeth clenched in pain} Get out of here. Now. Run!
J: I wont leave you. What's wrong?
Chainsaw: {An inhuman growl arrises from deep in his throat.}Ggggrrrrr...We are not alone...T-R-A-P... In...Kulvaro's name...I invoke thee... { Claws rip free of Chainsaw's fingertips and spikes jut forth from his shoulders}
J: Chainsaw???
The stench of rotted corpses wafts in from the far end of the alley. The same breaze clears the smoke revealing the mall shambler prostrated at the feet of a pinkish humanoid figure naked to the waste, stained in fresh human blood. The Demon's head was a macabre arangemet of thorns, spines, and bony hooks. Two firery eyes stared into nothingness above a once human jaw. It sits on a shopping cart throne of homeless boddies partially eaten in a bool blood.
Deamon: {telapthiclly not Screaming} SO MR. GREY, YOU RETURN. AND THIS TIME WITH SUCH A YOUNG INNOCENT ONE, YESS. YOU HAVE NOT SEEN ME FOR SO LONG. ITHOUGHT YOU HAD FORGOTEN ME. YESS, YOUR HATRED IS AS STRONG AS EVER MY INSTRUMENT OF VENGANCE. COME ACCEPT MY SACRIMENT, I HAVE SO MUCH TO GIVE AND ASK SO LITTLE. SHE WOULD BE A NICE ONE YESSS. MUCH LIKE THE LAST ONE. SO MUCH TASTY IDEALISM IN THAT BRAIN YESSS. J: {draws Dr. No's handgun and fires}
The bullet ricochtes off one of the Deamon's horns and hits the shambler at it's feet. It writhwes in agony as the Deamon rends it with a wicked tallon.
For one of the few times in Chainsaw's life, he ran. Miss Jackie and the Alley Cat were close on his heals as he started the engine. They burned rubber as if the fiends of hell were after them, wich they were.
{---End Video Feed---} Radiofree Chainsaw out
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