November
Small town in California
Moonlight rained in from the lace curtains on the grand windows
of the dilapitated mansion illuminating a long oak dining table
draped with a musty linen table cloth. A shadow streched out across
an ancient grandfather clock along the wall of the narrow dinningroom.
It'd been years since Chainsaw had been in his old house, but apparently
someone had moved back in recently. A twisted candelabra rested on the far
end of the table in front a plush velvet lined chair. A shallow bowl
of heringbone china sat on the table before the chair. He lit the candelabra
with his lighter, which filled the room with twinkeling yellow light from the
rose
scented taper. He looked closely at the bowl and noticed a slightly discolored
smudge at the bottom. After he pulled on a pair of surgical gloves from the
pocket of his labcoat, he ran his finger over the smudge and wafted it towards
his nose. Blood. Fresh blood. His pulse began to race as he reached
instinctively underneath his coat for his Desert Eagle, only
to remember he left it back in Kansas on the nightstand.
Chainsaw stepped back from the table and turned slowly. He tryed to control
his
breathing in order to steady his pulse as he wathced the room. Nothing. His
feeling of unease did not abait as his stomache began to knot and icy shards
prickled the back of his neck. A sudden breeze came up behind him, Chainsaw
turned,
but there was nothing there. His eyes narrowed on the windows which were all
closed and locked.
He turned again and jumped with a start, as a strange man stood before him
dressed in a blue double breasted suit. His shoulderlength purple and blue
hair possesed
an unnatural radience in the candlelight.
"Good Evening," said the man as Chainsaw backpedaled to the window.
"I didn't hear you come in," he said with a widening grin.
Chainsaw stared intentently at the man and squinted, triggering his second
sight.
"It's so rare for me to have visitors these days," The man crossed his arms and
leaned over the back of the antique chair.
There was a low key buzz in Chainsaw's ears, but other than that, the man
looked normal.
"Where are my maners? My name is Leonardo McGavin, keeper of forgotten lies "
said the man as
he tossed back his orange hair with an angstful flurish, which made the radient
locks dance
before they settled back around his soulders.
Chainsaw's mind raced, who is this man? Why did he have a bowl of fresh blood?
Why isn't he showing up tainted? Keeper of forgotten lies? Sounds like one of
Persephony's
gothlings.
"And you are?," said McGavin cocking his head as if trying to look into
Chainsaw's soul.
"Sir Stanley Grey, 6th Knight of the Satanic Choir," he hadn't used that name
since he had
been in Persephony's coven in Junior high. He could stall and back pedal if he
needed to,
it was only a short sprint down to the end of the hallway if the situation
turned bad.
"I haven't seen you around before," looks Chainsaw up and down, "Ah you must be
here for the
location of the next rave. Very well," with a flourish of his hand he produced
a buiness card
from his sleave and extended it towards Chainsaw, who took it and backed a
respectfull
distance away before glancing at the card.
In simple black gothic font it read: The Waydown.
On the back was an address by the old railyard.
"If you will show yourself out, I have pressing matters to deal with.," when
Chainsaw looked
back up from the card, McGavin was gone with the same wind he arived in.
Chainsaw eased back toward the door cautiously stopping by a vent. They used
to run all over
the mansion. If the air conditioning wasn't running sound would carry
throughout the entire
estate. He heard voices,"Odd that I couldn't read his mind. No matter, that
one is of no
consquence to the greater purpose. We need to find the girl and the chosen
one." "Yes my
master, I'll get right on it."
Chainsaw went outside, jumped the wroght iron fence by the drain pipe where he
used to sneak
out as a kid, and got into his rental sedan and hunched down to wait. Moments
later
McGavin opened the garage and drove a black van up to the gate, buzzed through,
and drove off
headed north. Chainsaw started up the sedan and trailed them.
+++
A short while later on the other side of the railroad tracks, the van pulled up
to a stop
accross the street from Becky's small apartment. McGavin got out of the van
with another
three men dressed all in black and one dressed in a long red coat with a
stocking cap pulled
down low over his ears. "You two, go around back. You stay with the van. Mr.
Bone, come along
and get the door," ordered McGavin as he sauntered toward the apartment.
The sight clearly revealed a set of large fangs on the four 'men'. Chainsaw
looked on as
hands on the one refered to as Mr. Bone elongated into beastial claws.
"Those fucking bastards!," said Chainsaw as he crept out of the car. A dark
sulphurous smoke
rolled out in slow waves from Chainsaw's mouth and drifted over toward the fang
standing next
to the van. A muffled rev of a chainsaw ripsawed thought the upper torso of a
fang, now severely
beside himself. Chainsaw stopped to notice the odly beautiful patern the spray
of gore left on
the side of the van. It reminded him of rain on the dusty Kansas ground. He
rolled the body
chunks under the van, then cut a fluid line at random and rolled back out,
running up toward
Becky's appartment. He buzzed her room, but got no response. The door looked
as if a bear had
clawed through it by the lock. It opened with a slight push, and Chainsaw
sprinted down the hall
to Becky's appartment. This door also looked as if a currious bear had been
after it, with
deep curled grooves that looked almost as if they had melted through. He doned
a clean pair
leather gloves and went inside.
Inside the lights were out, the only ilumination was from the moonlight comming
in through the small window over the sink. He silently crept into the kitchen,
but as he
stepped forward, his foot landed squarely on a squeaking toy making a loud
squelch.
A pair of red eyes flashed in another room and locked their gaze on Chainsaw.
They started coming closer and closer and he could see claws flittering in the
light from those
baleful eyes.
Panic started to take hold of him as he backed up to the counter near the
kitchen window.
His own breathing seemed deafeningly loud. His fingers flailed at the dark
conutertop behind him
as he searched for anything that could be used as a weapon to fend off the fang
that was
advancing steadily towards him. His fingers clutched a coffee mug and it
sprung to life in an
arc of suphurous glowing heat that illuminated the pale face of the Fang. The
force of the blow
ripped though the stockign cap, which tore away revealing a grotesque pair of
floppy doglike ears.
It recoiled in horror cluthcing it's head and burst out the door into the
night.
Mcgavin fled out the back door with the other two fangs.
Chainsaw's shaking hand fumbled for the lightswitch. The livingroom was a
mess, the coutch
was overturned and the end-table was broken. Most importantly, Becky and
little Stanley were
gone. A note was taped to the tv: "We have the girl and kid, If you want see
them again,
bring Davies to the old seacave down by the Pirate's Pier," signed Clint.
Tires howled outside as the van drove away with a few thuds as it ran over the
corpse of the
slain fang.
Crap, Clint has them, but these guys didn't take them out. He must have beat hem here.
What the hell does Clint want with the guy that owns the bookstore anyway?
Chainsaw went back outside and desposed of the fangs remains. It's going to be
one hell
of a busy night.
+++
Waves rolled in on the sparkling sand of the beach off
Pirate pier. Chainsaw got out of the rental sedan and
walked down to the beach. A pair of surfers were silouetted
on the ocean waiting for the next big wave to roll in.
Sortly a wave gathered speed and the pair were up.
Chainsaw lost sight of them as they shot the curl and whiped out
emerging moments latter in the shallows.
"That surff is wicked man, wicked," said Ecks as he brought his
board up and planted it next to Chainsaw. Ecks flipped his hair,
shaking out tiny dropplets of saltwater thak caught the moonlight,
"whats up man, you look edgy, I mean, more edgy than normal?"
Chainsaw's brow furrowed, "Clint has Becky and lil Stan. They want
to trade for that Davies guy."
Ecks blinked, "What do you mean he has Becky? They've been kidnaped?
Ah shit, well I guess their's no topless tree cerimony for me tonight.
Where are we supposed to make the trade?"
"Some sea-cave in that rockface down there," said Chainsaw pointing
to a tiny point of light coming from inside the rockface in the
distance.
"We couldn't trade Mr. Davies even if we wanted to, since he's
out of the country consulting some sort of Voudoon Shaman. Damn
I can't belive that bastard would kidnap a little kid," said Ecks
as he kicked his toes through the sand.
"I hate to admit it, but we might need Trinity's help on this one.
Clint has a couple of goons, and I ran into another stange guy with
a vampire gang that were trying to kidnap Becky and
lil Stan too, something about the new rave tonight. Even with the
guidance of St. Fury the two of us wouldn't stand a fighting chance
against all of them alone," a squeel of tires turned Chainsaw's
attention back toward the pier. "Hey, where'd your friend go?"
A white geo metro sped away with a pair of body-suited legs
flailing out the window. Chainsaw saw a pair of glowing red eyes
on the drivers side, they looked as if they were smiling.
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