Necrosiac Pt3 (950 hits)
Category: NoneLabels: Necro
Rating: 2 on 18 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Snark (View user info) at 2004-08-09 10:51:54 EDT
Below are links to PT1 and PT2 for those who are interested.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/40647
http://www.ubersite.com/m/40909
I had cut part two short due to the forum, so the next story takes place approximately 7 minutes after part two. If you haven't read part two I highly suggest you do prior to reading this, this story doesn't work well out of context.
Necrosiac PT3
Terri unhooked the phone on her belt with her left hand and flipped it open. Her instincts told her to keep the pistol in her right hand trained on the door but she didn't, her new found strength was fading and she needed to save every last ounce of energy for the coming fight.
She had managed to cancel the advancing effects of the spell when her slug found the body of the Necro, but not before it had tainted her blood. She concentrated on the growing cold in her body and wondered how severe the damage to her organs was. She had seen others survive weaker versions of the spell only to die a few days later.
Her shaking left hand brought the phone to her ear.
"Yeah" she said, surprised at the hoarseness of her own voice.
"This is Control" replied a strong male voice. "Can you verify?"
"Yes, field agent Anaka. Verify 47 green"
The reply came almost before she was finished.
"47 green verified... Terri how bad is it?"
"It's pretty bad, I'm hexed, probably class 4 Mobian"
There was a brief pause on the line and then "Roger that, Terri we have a Seer trying to fix on you now but she says there's a ton of interference. That shop is one hell of a hotspot."
Terri fought a moment of dizziness, the cold in her bones was getting worse, and she could feel her joints begin to ache.
"Control, I need and ETA on the retrieval team."
"ETA is approximately 12 minutes"
12 minutes. It was less time than she thought, but with her fading strength and the number of undead that were probably on the other side of the door, 12 minutes might be longer than the rest of her life.
"Terri?"
"I'm going to need a Cleric, and tell them to prep for a blood transfusion"
"Roger, Cleric is enroute with the team, and they have already begun prep for a transfusion. Can you get to a safe area?"
"Negative Control, the entrance is warded, the team is going to have to blow it."
She'd already tried both the entrance and the window with no success.
Something on the other side of the door let out an inhuman wail. A gurgling wet sound like the dying scream of an enraged lung shot primate.
The Controller on the other end of the line had obviously heard the sound as well.
"Can you give me a threat status?"
Terri shook her head to clear it and in the process almost fell over.
"Unknown number of Shufflers. Probably on me in a few minutes. I don't think there's a caster threat."
"Roger that, you've got a fight coming."
A single thump came from the door, shaking it on its hinges, then another, followed by a chorus of ear piercing cries. A fine shower of golden dust floated down from the roof above.
Terri couldn't tell for sure how many voices there were this time, but it was definitely more than a handful.
It sounded like a choir from hell.
The dead were creatures of lust. Tortured souls bound to rotting meat with little or no intelligence. When under the influence of the will of a competent Necromancer they could be made to carry out tasks both simple and complex, but when removed from the casters mental grip, they became savage pained Demons. All they knew was the lust for blood and the hunger for fresh meat. They could smell life, it called to them like heroin to a junky. They were drawn to it with the sole intention of tearing it apart and stuffing it inside themselves.
"Terri, we're still trying to get through with the Seer, if we can we'll do our best to get you some remote assistance."
The knob on the door began to slowly turn.
"Control, I gotta go"
Terri dropped the phone at her feet and pulled her pistol up with both hands to sight dead center on the door.
"Get a grip." She muttered to herself.
Her hands were shaking and her vision was beginning to play tricks on her. The abundant shadows in the room seemed to grow darker and shimmer like some demonic Aurora Borealis.
Despite the clutter of merchandise in the room she had a clear line of sight on the door.
She dropped to one knee, took a moment to focus and gently squeezed off a shot.
Once again her aim was true as another bullet hole appeared in the door and the sound of a grunt came from the other side. The knob snapped back to its original position and she thought she could hear something heavy sliding down the other side. With luck she had bought herself some more time.
The wailing stopped momentarily and then started again, this time stronger. It almost sounded like the number of voices had doubled.
Terri took the time to change out her magazines. She had only used three rounds in the first one but once the door came down she probably wouldn't have time to swap them out again. She would need every bullet. She reached down to unclasp the strap fastening the knife in her boot, but then thought better of it. The knife was etched with the same runes as the Redeemer slugs in her pistol, and would cancel the magic animating a corpse almost as fast, but she knew in her weakened state that she wouldn't be able to put up a fight.
Better to save the last bullet for herself.
"Fuck me. I should've called in sick"
Terri realized she'd lost track of time and glanced down at her watch, but snapped her head back up as the door on the other side of the room flew open with a loud crash.
In the dim light the figures that came through the opening seemed more shadow than substance. Like the memories of past nightmares come to visit, and for a moment she froze, caught in a kind of awe of the surreal vision before her. She hadn't been in a life or death situation like this since her and Mattaius served together in the Corpse.
The sound and feel of her pistol discharging snapped Terri back to reality. Training and a healthy sense of self preservation had taken over where her will had failed, and she'd fired despite herself. The first figure to come through grunted and crumpled to the ground, but her hesitation had let it get a good two feet beyond the door. The opening was wide and they were coming through two at a time, rage and hunger giving them an almost uncanny speed.
She fired again and the head of the second shadow snapped back, erupting a crimson spray, as it was pushed down and trampled by the frenzied horde behind it.
Instinct took over and Terri fired shot after shot. The crumpled carcasses and merchandise strewn about the room were slowing the mobs advance. Despite her barely conscious state the redeemers were finding their mark, and she thought she might actually have time to swap out magazines.
The pistol in her hands gave out an audible click as it went dry.
Terri ejected the clip while simultaneously retrieving a fresh one from its pouch but her condition was almost at its climax, and before she could fit it into the butt of the pistol it slipped out of her numb fingers and fell to the floor. A sluggish glance at the approaching horde told her she had one more chance. She reached for the clip and at the same time caught something moving close to her out of the corner of her eye. One of the undead had split off from the mob and come around from the side, avoiding the traffic jam of corpses and smashed antiques. It was close enough that she could make out it's yellowed eyes and rotting teeth.
Death had come for her in a filthy brown suit.
It was too late anyway. Terri slumped to the floor face down as the last of her strength left her. With any luck she thought she might be unconscious by the time they tore into her.
No such luck.
A bony knee slammed painfully into the small of her back causing her to cry out. Above her the ghoul let out a snarl of triumph as it snatched a hand full of her hair, and yanked her head painfully to the side to expose the taught muscle of her neck and the veins that carried her lifeblood. Cold slime fell from its gaping mouth onto her fevered skin.
Behind her, the entrance door exploded into the shop in a blinding flash. Followed closely by the sound of men yelling and automatic gunfire mixed with the shrieks of the dead. The bony weight of the monster on her back suddenly disappeared and her assailant slumped lifelessly beside her, the top of its head transformed by a hollow point Redeemer into a crown of gore.
"Hail to the king baby"
The words slipped out in a whisper as Terri lost consciousness to a symphony of carnage, with a smile on her face.
User Reviews
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-05-07 09:23:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-10 20:28:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Another day, another installment.
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-04 20:33:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2005-05-02 13:17:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-03-28 20:08:15 (#)
Ranking: 2
figured i'd start reading these, since everyone seems to lvoe them.
for good reason. this kicks ass.
Submitted by Charred (user info) at 2005-03-31 16:37:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Seriously?
Find a publisher.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-03-24 09:24:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh wow.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-15 15:44:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by sis <sismo12345.at.hotmail.com> at 2004-10-25 14:22:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, that had me at the edge of my seat. I can't believe how you write, I could never be as good as you are. Anyways really kick ass. Sis
Submitted by Sis at 2004-10-25 14:20:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2004-10-12 15:27:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I caught one sentence fragment toward the end...in the part about nightmares coming to life, other than that - stellar.
BTW: Ash is the MAN! This should be his next role!
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-08-30 15:26:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great!
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-08-11 12:33:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
HAIL TO THE KING, BABY!!! Hail to the King!
Submitted by Cryopaul (user info) at 2004-08-11 12:18:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Pure gold. On the the next part.
Submitted by Philst82 (user info) at 2004-08-11 12:12:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-08-10 11:06:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Did I mention to you, that I love this series?
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-08-09 11:34:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
You should check out Bubba Ho-Tep. It's Campbell at his best...
Submitted by Wynther (user info) at 2004-08-09 11:30:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
My apologies, i have never seen evil dead. Army of Darkness, on the other hand.....awesome. Ive always wanted to kill my evil twin. ESPECIALLY after that whole debacle where my ex found him with some girl and thought it was me. Imagine her not believing me when i told her it was my evil twin.
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2004-08-09 11:22:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I was about to say that this all smacks of Evil Dead but you beat me to it. Excellent writing; there's nothing like a good zombie-athon to get the blood rushing. :)
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-08-09 11:05:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
It's actually an ode to Bruce Campbell. I am a sucker for cheesy lines, which I guess is why I'm a Campbell fan :)
Submitted by Wynther (user info) at 2004-08-09 11:02:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+1 for awesome descriptive writing.
+100000 for a Duke 3D reference.
I dont think this rating system accomodates my needs.....