November
Coast of a small town in California
�Stop it, Ryan� Trinity said. Chainsaw looked up from where he was
watching his footing.
�What?� Ecks asked, still in his half wetsuit with the large wooden case
under his arm.
�Stop looking at the waves, Becky and Stany are in trouble. You can surf
another time.�
�Are you sure this shield thing of yours will work?� Persephoney asked
nervously as she followed along clutching her red velvet bag.
�No,� Ecks said.
�Don�t worry kid,� Chainsaw said. �It�ll work. It�s an edge you got over
the supes, and you should thank Fury for it.�
They worked their way over the rocks to the entrance of the cave. Chainsaw
went ahead of Ecks and peered suspiciously inward, his stained, and acid
burned white coat whipping like a blue cape in the moonlight. High above on
the rocks red eyes gleamed in the darkness. The green lights of a cell
phone keypad appeared. �Sir, they�re going into a cave along the beach,� he
said in a gravely voice. He pushed up his stocking cap and absently
scratched one of his droopy dog like ears. �Well, they don�t look like they
are out for a moonlit stroll, so I�m going to say yes, the Chosen One�s
probably in there.� He paused listening to the voice in his ears over the
roar of the surf below. �You�re the boss, Boss.� The lights of the phone
winked out as it vanished into the pocket of the overcoat, which looked
brown in the blue white light of the moon, like dried blood instead of its
usual fresh blood crimson. The glowing red eyes watched as the figures
moving along the beach below vanished into the cave.
Within the cave they walked forward slowly, the waves breaking behind them
and swirling about their ankles. Ahead the cave was lit by golden
flickering light, like candles cast more then the light of a fire. Ecks
held the box under his arm tightly. They moved around the curve and looked
in to the cave. They stopped for just a moment to take it in. The cave
floor rose up in front of them. Up, safe from the waves were hundreds of
candles. They were of every size and shape. Some were even shaped like
pumpkins and Santa Clauses. It looked like someone had cleaned out every
thrift store in the area to get a lot of candles cheap. Two black sconces
held flickering flames and flanked a large black cube that had roughly
carved into it a sort of star shape, but like a star on crack. It had five
points like a pentagram but appeared to have them by accident and had a
seventh point thrown in to the middle. Along either wall were eight
corpses, four on either side that were covered with dirt and tattered
clothing and rot, each held a torch in one hand. To the left of the candle
covered alter with its psychotic star were two chairs, tied to them were
Becky and her son. Facing them though were the bald headed man with the
tattoos and the fat one with the goatee, their eyes completely black, and
their bodies looking worse for wear. And between them facing the altar was
the black coat hooded sweat shirted form of Clint.
�So,� Clint announced to the back wall. �You gave in and brought me Davies
at last!� He spun around grinning and throwing back his hood revealing his
armored face, it reflected darkly the light from the hundreds of candles.
His expression of triumph turned to confusion and then to anger. �Where is
Davies?�
�In the Caribbean, or maybe West Africa by now, you bitch,� Trinity said.
She tapped Ecks on the shoulder. �Give me a pistol,� she said. He opened
the box and she pulled one of the pistols out and he took the other. �But
he told me to give you this!� She said pulling back the hammer.
�Whatever,� he said waving his hand. The corpses on the walls came to life
and ran towards them.
Persephoney began to scream and Trinity and Ecks turned to the corpses and
fired. The pistol shots hit the corpses, and suddenly it seemed that fire
ran all through them. Greasy black smoke burst from their eyes as they
fell. As the other six corpses surged forward Chainsaw was pulling the
starter of his weapon. �Shield kid!�
�Oh yah,� he said. He�d been looking at the pistol amazed that it had
worked. He held out his hand in a gesture to fend off the corpses and a
swirling barrier of lightning shot out from his body. The corpses slammed
into the barrier a few feet from them and clawed at it, but could not break
through.
�I love that thing,� Chainsaw said revving up his chainsaw and grinning at
the corpses. Trinity and Ecks pulled the reloading materials out of the box
and started to reload. �I�m coming for you Becky, Lil� Stan!� He spun like
a dervish towards the corpses on one side. He chopped away limbs and heads
as he moved through them. As the heads fell they collapsed into black goo
which also leaked from the bodies. Four corpses fell to him as Chainsaw
cleaved his way up the incline of the cave to the ledge where Becky and
Stanley Junior were tied.
The dismembered corpses were being drawn together into one huge mass that
began to flop ineffectually. Persephoney pulled out a dried branch; Ecks
glanced up and recognized the eucalyptus, returning to his reloading
business he heard Trinity shout, �Stan, Guns!�
The two main servants had bulled sawed off shotguns from under their coats
as Clint hissed angrily. The fat one was aiming at Chainsaws back. The
other was aiming at them. The shrapnel on the beach when the mutant
werewolf had been thrown in the fire, the time the messengers had come to
him the first time, Ecks knew that the field that protected them wouldn�t
stop the shot gun. Chainsaw spun around and in one motion chopped down
through the gun, the gain flinging it from his hands and the chainsaw
continued its cut down through both arms. Chainsaw spun rapidly and carried
the downward stroke back up around like a hammer throw, and cleanly
decapitated him as he came around.
�With this fire, I Cleanse Thee!� Persephoney shouted holding a lighter to
the Eucalyptus. The fire leapt from the plant on to the mass of flailing
corps parts. The fire seemed to catch in the black goo and burn through it
rapidly, again setting out a stream of black greasy smoke from eyes and
seams where corpses had started to join together.
Chainsaw carried his loudly buzzing blade around to decapitate the bald man
with tattoos on his head and then brought the chainsaw down on the arms
cutting them free of the body with the shot gun. Trinity and Ecks fired
into the two corpses that had been still trying to attack them; both dropped
with a hiss of black smoke emerging from their eyes. With the greasy smoke
and the discharge of black powder a smoky haze filled the entire cave.
�Worthless sacks of shit,� Clint said calmly. He opened his mouth and the
black goo was drawn up into his mouth. He swallowed and then smiled at
Chainsaw �I suppose I�ll have to kill you myself.
Chainsaw dropped into a crouch and somewhere deep in the labyrinth of his
warped mind
A though bubbled through the medicated haze. -He thinks he's better than
me. He's just a monkey
no, lower than that. He is just a bug to be crushed under my angelic spurs
yesssss.-
A sulphurous yellow glow erupted around the chainsaw as Chainsaw leapt up
leaving a smoking arc
As he brought the chainsaw down through the black altar near where Clint had
been standing.
Clint laughed as he jumped out of the way of the smokily buzzing blade.
Chainsaw pressed on
Jabbing with his glowing weapon only to have Clint bat away the blade with
one of the sconces and
Counter with a grasping claw. Chainsaw used the momentum of the scone hit
to spin his
Weapon around and up to block the claw aimed at his unprotected head. Clint
withdrew his claw
And dove forward with the other claw lifting Chainsaw into the air by the
steel chain and lock
That he wore around his neck.
"...And now you die!" said Clint as he held Chainsaw at arms length
preparing to rip out his
Heart with dark wicked claws.
Trinity who had been reloading her pistol fired it into Clint�s back. The
round bounced off his armored shell with a loud zinging noise. In the
moment of distraction Chainsaw lopped through the outstretched arm, severing
it just below the elbow. Clint leapt over him and landed on the altar
crushing candles beneath him. The arm began to grow back before their eyes
by spewing roaches from the hole which merged together into the armored arm
and Clint held it up taunting. It worked its way down to the wrist and the
hand began to form. �You can�t win! I�m just toying with you. You can�t
even cut my head off to kill me. I�m invincible! I�ll kill you all, and
then I�ll track Davies down and kill him too!�
�With this flame, I cleanse thee!� Persephoney shouted as another branch
caught fire. The fire leapt onto Clint�s out stretched arm and it stopped
regenerating before the claws of that hand had reformed. He hissed at her,
but had to jump over an attack by Chainsaw aimed at taking off both legs.
�Stan, we need a hole in the armor we can shoot into!� Trinity shouted,
�Then we�ll cap his mad monkey ass!�
Chainsaw dropped down to one knee and lowered his guard panting, " It's no
use, he's too strong,
We might as well just give up."
Clint moved to stand over Chainsaw and laughed maniacally, while everyone
else looked on in
Disbelief at Chainsaw's surrender.
Ecks was staring at Clint's face as he saw Chainsaw suddenly flick his
chainsaw up, impaling Clint
In the nether regions. Ecks saw a look of disbelief cross Clint's eyes as
Chainsaw stood up
Spraying icor and gore over his shoulders.
The slash that Chainsaw had made was exposed and Ecks fired into it. Even
as Chainsaw followed through on his attack Clint�s body disintegrated into a
mass of roaches. In the center of the pile was a single silver ball,
blackened and burnt, but its sigils burning brightly with a purple fire.
The roaches ran from it but the fire seemed to radiate outward towards all
of them, consuming each one, sending up a tinny puff of greasy smock and
leaving a little ash pile behind. The roaches had spread out several feet
when it finally got to the edge of the ring. Stan raised his boot to stamp
on the last one but it turned to ash before he could bring his foot down.
�Aww, rip!� he said smearing the ash with his foot any ways. He shut off
the chainsaw and set it down next to Becky. He shucked off the tattered
remains of his lab coat, reduced to rags by the slashes of Clint�s claws.
His black special ops sweater was also stained with red spots where the
claws had managed to graze his skin.
�See Mommy, I said, didn�t I mommy?� Stanley Junior announced proudly.
�I�ll have you both out of here in no time.� Chainsaw said. He mumbled as
he worked the ropes to get Becky free, �Blessed be St. Fury for this
victory, and blessed be his servant, the Chainsaw.�
�What�s that Honey?� She asked.
�Nothing,� he said as her arms came free. She spun around and hugged him,
kissing him.
�How very sweet,� came a voice from the cave entrance. �How touching.�
Leonardo McGaven walked along into the light, his purple hair shimmering
radiantly. �Mr. Bone, do be so kind as to fetch the chosen one, his hour of
sacrifice is at hand.�
In his red coat and stocking cap the vampire identified as Mr. Bone strode
forward and behind him were a dozen other vamps, their dead nature and fangs
revealed them to the sight, though they bared their fangs so any one could
guess their nature. Chainsaw pulled the starter motor on his chainsaw.
�We can�t have any of that,� McGaven said with a flip of his head his hair
seemed to move on its own, like he was standing underwater. With a loud
clunk the chain leapt off its gearing and stopped spinning. Five of the
vamps closed in on him as McGaven walked upward. Others hovered around the
edge of the barrier.
�Master,� one of them hissed. �These are protected.� Trinity was rapidly
trying to reload the pistol. McGaven raised his hand and the dome of
lightning rippled as if blown in a wind and then it collapsed into a long
stream running back away like a flag of energy. Vampires stepped in easily
disarming Trinity and Ecks and yanking Persephoney�s bag from her.
�We might be in trouble,� Trinity said.
�Duh, You think?� Chainsaw shouted as he backed away from the five vamps
holding his ineffective chainsaw. Another vampire with greasy hair grabbed
hold of Becky and Mr. Bone picked up the chair that Little Stan was still
tied too.
�The chosen one,� McGaven said. �Your sacrifice will bring me great power,
and your blood will cement my control over these blood drinkers and this
place of power.� He smiled smugly as he put his hand under the child�s
chin. Becky began to shout hysterically.
Little Stan looked up at him with a frown and not so much as a hint of
fear. �It�s OK Mommy, the Radio man is here.�
�How droll, is that your imaginary friend chosen one?� McGaven asked
smoothing out his suit and turning away.
�I think the boy means me.� Standing at the entrance was a heavy set man
wearing an unbuttoned plaid flannel shirt over a T-shirt that said �Welcome
to California� in orange letters. His feet were bare and his blue jeans
were dark and wet from the crashing surf outside. He had brown curly hair
and a brown curly beard that made him look slightly Amish as it was without
a mustache. He had a wide grin on his face. �Hi, I�m midnight Larry.
Perhaps you�ve heard my radio show?�
�Dispose of this �Radio man�� McGaven pronounced. A vampire grinned and
pulled out a long machete. He walked forward. Larry, still grinning
clapped his hands together on either side of the approaching vamp's head.
It looked like it was going to be an ear-popping maneuver to slap the ears.
This was until the hands met one another some where in the vicinity of what
moments ago was the machete wielding vampire�s cerebellum. The contents of
the head flew across the room like a crushed watermelon. The body slumped
to the floor of the cave and began to rapidly decay.
�Some of you may know me better as Mr. Gracen.�
�Aww SHIT!� Mr. Bone shouted. In the time it took him to say it, Mr.
Gracen blurred and the heads of Eight Vampires exploded in rapid succession.
Their bodies joined their compatriots at various levels of decay.
�I put up warnings, I leave markers, but you don�t listen,� Mr. Gracen said
as the vamp before him sank to the floor rotting away.
�Your no match for my power!� McGaven shouted.
Mr. Gracen blurred again and two of the remaining vampires lost their heads
to Mr. Gracen�s very simple, but very effective attack. �Look at me, over
here, not caring.�
�Mommy NO!� Little Stanley shouted. But his mother was already jumping on
to Mr. Gracen�s arm. The hands came together over Mr. Bone�s head, it
spewed blood from the nose and mouth and the vamp collapsed dropping the
chair. Mr. Gracen looked at Becky and she dropped off his arm collapsing in
a heap.
�I hate having vampires around my town,� Mr. Gracen announced. �And now
I�m late for my Radio show. How rude. Good evening to the rest of you.
Carry on.� He walked away casually towards the entrance.
McGaven�s face was red, and he was sputtering in disbelief. �Fool, you
left me my sacrifice! Hah! With it I will destroy you, after I have made
you serve in place of my beloved blood drinkers. You may be a master
Vampire, but I am a Master of ALL the Forgotten Secrets!�
Behind him Chainsaw had opened the gas tank of his chainsaw and pouring it
over his head. He then walked up behind the raging Goth-boy with his
shimmering purple hair. �You talk to much,� he said clubbing him in the
head with the chainsaw. He shoved the dazed McGaven into the candles and
hooked one of his legs, shoving him back and to the ground. Chainsaw
startled the man�s chest and began pounding on McGaven�s face with his
fists. The candles lit the gasoline he was covered in on fire. He ignored
the flames and kept punching the purple haired man until his face was a
charred black husk. The fire had gone out quickly and Chainsaw sat back on
his heals in his tattered rags.
Little Stanley was kneeling by his mother. �I said not to touch the Radio
man.� Chainsaw knelt down and carefully picked Becky up. �Could some one
get Lil� Stan, I want to get out of here, the place stinks of death and
blood.�
�Ryan, I�ll get the pistols.� Trinity said. �You go help Stany, we have a
difficult hike down the beach.� Ryan nodded and put the four-year-old on
his back. They worked their way out of the cave as the moon sank down
towards the horizon, its light glistening off the surging waves.
Far back in the cave Mr. Bone stirred. �Oww, that hurt.� He sat up and
looked around the cave. He looked at the charred body of his former master.
�Let�s see if you have any blood left, Master. I think I need it more
then you do at this point.� He rolled the body over and found a bit of
un-burnt flesh on the back and sank his long fangs in to it. �Hmm, a little
more well done then I like, but you�ll do.�
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