Necrosiac 18.5 - Happy B-DAY AshK!!! (1086 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2004-09-23 11:46:33 EDT
This is the second half of yesterday's post
Go here to find the first 17 starting with "The Death of Mattaius Pitt"
http://www.ubersite.com/u/snark
NECROSIAC 18.5
Once again Markus ignored the panicked voice at his ear and placed his hand on the crimson knob of the door.
Slowly he turned it and prepared to unleash hell.
The house filled with the digital beep of the phone at his waist.
"Shit" There was no use whispering the curse. If his adversary didn't know he was there they knew now.
He let go of the doorknob and pulled the phone off his waist with one bloody hand then switched it off and replaced it.
The morose thought that Agent Pitt would be proud fleeted through his mind bringing up a sudden flash of rage. If Pitt hadn't shot that tire he might have arrived home in time to stop whatever had already happened. He made a mental note to give Pitt a severe ass kicking the next time he saw him and brought his weapon to bear on the door again.
The knowledge that whatever advantage he might have had to this point was gone fueled his anger and he brought up one tautly muscled leg and kicked in the door before him.
The door flew open with a crash revealing the dusky, unlit and sparsely furnished space beyond.
Nothing.
Slowly he edged into the room the fuzzy sight of his pistol following his gaze to bed, dresser, closet and roof as he quickly scanned the room for hidden threats until he was positive it was clear.
He turned on his heels and carefully returned to the doorway, stopping to take a quick peak down the stairwell before beginning the painfully slow journey down the hall to the bathroom door midway on his right.
"Spive? Tell me something"
"We're fucked Boss!"
Markus paused and wiped a new growth of sweat beads from his forehead "I meant something I don't know"
"I don't know! Everything's just wrong! It's all wrong! LET'S GO!"
Markus shook his head and resumed baby stepping towards the bathroom entrance.
"LET'S GO!"
"Goddamnit Spive get a grip!"
He arrived at the door and turned to face it. A quick glance revealed black stains on the rust colored carpet and brass doorknob that he could only assume to be blood.
"Oh god baby"
Markus forced disparaging images of his wife bleeding out of his mind and kicked the door.
It flew open with a crash just as easily as the first revealing the brightly lit master bathroom.
Nothing.
Just blood.
Red drops splattered the floor and marble countertop between two white porcelain sinks. From his vantage point in the hall he could see more splattered on the mirror where it still slowly ran down in thin streams. It didn't look like a fatal amount but it wasn't comforting. There was enough spread around that whoever had lost it was probably badly hurt. He edged into the room in the same manner as before. The shower curtain was pulled back to reveal an empty tub which was thankfully lacking in crimson.
"Spive how much juice do you have left?"
"It doesn't matter!"
"How much?"
"I'm pretty weak boss"
Markus felt the same way, he didn't have the energy for a full on battle. He would have to think defensively.
"Lock it up buddy. Merge it"
He could tell Spivey had read his intentions correctly as he felt the boost of power from his familiar as they joined their energy then weaved it around themselves and locked it down.
"One shot Boss"
Markus nodded solemnly "I know"
With a deep breath he placed both hands on the grip of his weapon and crossed the bathroom to stand before the door leading to the bedroom.
"Spive?"
Spivey's answer came back weak, almost inaudible.
"Yeah?"
"I think Pitt might have had something with that whole break'n stuff philosophy"
Markus kicked open the door and instinctively pulled the trigger as a figure took a step towards him from the opposite side of room.
The bullet punched a hole in the wall less than an inch from Anna's left shoulder.
The flood of relief at seeing his wife alive was quickly replaced by fear and confusion as she took another step towards him into a beam of light from one partially shuttered window.
The light caught the shining fabric of her white silk nightgown giving it an almost surreal glow. Another step brought her fully into view revealing a large bright red stain over the ample rise of her left breast. The beautiful brown flawless skin of her face was covered with a mixture of sweat and droplets of her own lifeblood. Her short straight black hair was stuck to her head in wet stringlets which occasionally dripped their own salty moisture on her full nose and lips.
Markus lowered his weapon towards the floor and took a step into the room
"Oh god baby, look at you"
Anna raised bloody hands to him palms up, arms outstretched and smiled. Her voice came calm and strangely emotionless. "Markus welcome home honey"
Spivey screeched and yelled something incoherent then darted below Tasker's neckline.
"Baby?"
He took another step towards her then caught himself and brought his weapon up again as he spun in a circle and scanned the room.
Nothing.
Nothing but his strangely smiling bleeding wife.
"Markus it's so wonderful"
Markus turned his weapon on Anna and took a couple of quick steps to the left towards the neatly made king size bed, positioning his back away from the opening behind him.
"What's wonderful?" he asked the question cautiously. It was obvious to him the woman standing in front of him was either not his wife or was under some dark influence. He needed time to sort things out, to make sense of the insanity he found himself submerged in.
Anna didn't seem to register the weapon pointing at her "Becoming"
"Becoming what?"
The sound of ripping flesh filled the room as Anna threw her head back and screamed at the ceiling. Markus flinched and took a step back in shock as a pair of large wet black feathered wings unfolded from her back and spread themselves fully. She lowered her head revealing eyes that had become bloated black orbs. Her face twisted into a snarl.
"This" she spat then raised her hands to him again "Come, embrace your wife"
Markus shook his head and said "You're not my wife" then fired.
Two deafening cracks sounded out as the pistol bucked in his hands and twin holes appeared in heaving chest of the thing that was Anna but wasn't. It took a stumbling step back then straightened up again and snarled. Black stains began to spread around the holes in the nightgown where the redeemers had found their mark.
"Look what you've done!" it screeched at him
It took another step towards him as the black balloons in its eye sockets bulged then burst spilling wriggling black worms down its cheeks and heaving chest.
"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"
Markus adjusted his aim and fired again at its head.
The thing that would be his wife screeched again as its head whipped back and erupted a cloud of black filth into the air. Somehow it managed to snap its head back up and take another step towards him, then stopped, staggered for a moment and burst into a swarm of buzzing white insects.
Behind him Adrian tired of his game and let his illusions fade to nothing as he placed a hand on the back of Markus head to rip the life and power from him.
Tasker felt the deadly touch of the Necrosiacs cold hand and instantly released his defenses almost without thinking.
Adrian never knew what hit him.
The force of the Mage's release hit him like a speeding train, sending him flying back into the wall with a crash. He cried out as blinding pain shot through the back of his skull spine and shoulders, the bones breaking on impact. He left the imprint of his body in the wall then collapsed in a heap on the floor.
He cried out again weakly and struggled to a sitting position searching for the ability to mend his shattered dead body.
Tasker knelt on the carpet before him shoulders slumped in exhaustion. With an elongated grunt the big man shakily got to his feet and faced his broken adversary.
He brought his .45 up with one unsteady arm and pointed it at Adrian's head.
"One chance... Where is she?"
Adrian let out a pained chuckle and pointed weakly at the bed "She has been watching the whole time"
Markus turned to find Anna revealed by the faded illusion. She lay sobbing on her back spread eagled on the bed, mouth gagged, arms and legs tied to the wooden corner posts. She wore the same nightgown as the apparition complete with red stain over her left breast.
Markus turned back to Adrian and raised the pistol again then said "Thanks" and pulled the trigger. The redeemer punched through Adrian's forehead an inch above his nose and, smashed it back into the wall, splattering grayish matter across the deep orange paint.
Adrian twitched once then lay still, eyes open and staring blankly at nothing.
Markus staggered forward to stand over him and searched his face for a sign of life. When he found none he filled the room with the deafening thunder of gunfire once more as he emptied his clip into the Necrosiac's chest for good measure.
"Motherfucker"
Once again the strength went out of him and he dropped exhaustedly to his knees, his pistol falling out of numbed hands to land on the thickly carpeted floor with a thud. Unconsciousness beckoned him with the promise of peace and the world seemed to slowly spin away as he gave in but the sound of his wife sobbing dragged him unmercifully back to steadfast reality.
"Anna"
He crawled to the side of the bed and used it pull himself to his feet.
Anna was crying freely now. Tears streaming down her face, her voice muffled by the rag fastened tightly around her mouth.
"It's OK babe, I'll get you free"
Anna's tried to say something he thought might have been his name then strained against her bonds as her eyes widened, the muffled keens of her crying abruptly turning to a scream of terror.
Directly behind him came the unmistakable sounds of bones cracking.
Markus knew even as he turned it was too late. The cold touch of Adrian once again gripped his head, this time uninhibited, and flooded it with freezing malevolence.
Markus Tasker died cursing the name of Mattaius Pitt while Spivey screamed in his ear.
User Reviews
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-14 12:35:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Bring back Spivey.
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-06 00:01:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Charred (user info) at 2005-03-31 16:43:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Seriously?
Find a publisher.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-03-28 23:59:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Tasker was a Bad Mother Fucker
Submitted by Jo_of_the_golden_P (user info) at 2004-11-29 21:38:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-16 16:38:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF???
Submitted by NoahsArk (user info) at 2004-09-27 17:00:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I WANT 19! I WANT 19!
Submitted by OneCheapGeek (user info) at 2004-09-24 12:32:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I see far too many non-Necrosiac posts in your user info, Mister....
May I suggest you work on correcting that? :)
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-24 10:41:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Circe
That was the best email from God I have ever received! I feel so special! You are welcome to verify that. I like to be felt right...........there.
Mal
Snark just gets me all hot and bothered with his sexy rubber chicken talk, I just can't help myself!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-23 18:45:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I hear ya bud.
I think I'll spend the weekend aquiring the taste for wine that comes i bottles with a twist top.
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-09-23 18:15:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Snark-
Cheers, but only if by bottle you mean gallon jug. Gotta watch those pennies when you're out on the street.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-23 17:57:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks Mal,
I always look forward to your reviews.
Circe,
Good idea but I prefer it when they squirm...
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-09-23 17:44:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That's the sexiest, crappiest song anyone ever sang, ever. In the history of the world.
And happy birthday, Ash! For your birthday, you get a very special birthday email from me.
It's all kinds of super special nifty happy funtime goodness, in email form. (It's probably going to be along the lines of the last fifteen emails I sent you, but it'll have the subject line "Happy Birthday from God." That's special, right?)
And you need to keep Little Snark under control, Snark. You need to embrace the pure joy of non sexual intimacy with a woman. Revel in the closeness and warmth and ... uh...
Next time, choloroform her and do depraved things to her while she's out.
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2004-09-23 17:35:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Snark, you kick serious arse. I love this series so much!
Oh, and AshK...
"Or someone thinking I am 18!
*puddle* "
That was fucking hilarious. :')
Keep 'em coming Snark. <3
Submitted by Philst82 (user info) at 2004-09-23 14:49:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-23 14:48:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Circe,
Two rules to Necrosiac:
Everybody must die!!!
Not everyone has to die.
Aside from that...
I actually kinda thought of you when I wrote that line.
Here's a song for you sung with a lisp in C sharp:
Thee's tho thexy
Thee's tho thexy
Uh huh uh huh
(Licking top lip)
Something something thexy
Something somethin.....
Ahhh fuck
GERHAKT!!!!(what's sexier than that?)
I only have a little while before I get hit upside the head with a big serving of Dutch Death so I figure I might as well make the best of it.
I slept with a half naked woman in my bed last night. And by slept I mean we didn't have sex.
I think the frustration may have pushed me over the edge.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-09-23 14:33:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"I think Pitt might have had something with that whole break'n stuff philosophy"
Please tell me you used that line again cause I like it.
It'll make me feel better, seeing as how nobody sings me any songs, sexy or otherwise.
At all.
Ever.
Nobody.
And that death dealing windmill is winging its way to you as we speak. Or type.
AND stop killing the good characters off!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-23 13:24:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Engine13
Writing this stuff has decreased mine as well.
No worries. I'll pass you the bottle when we're jobless and living out of dumpsters.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-23 13:22:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I read it again.
I didn't even get to tell Spivey goodbye!
<insert trembling bottom lip here>
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-23 13:14:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks everyone!
I will rememember you all in my prayers.
Except I don't pray.
Unless you count the porcelain alter on a Saturday morning.
Submitted by Aphrodites (user info) at 2004-09-23 13:05:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
no comment, umm, wait, It was awesome! (I had to comment)
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-09-23 13:05:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I think this series has single handedly decreased my productivity at work to level unimaginable before.
Submitted by Random Joseph at 2004-09-23 12:55:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by tuesdaydelay (user info) at 2004-09-23 12:09:44 (#)
Ranking: -1
http://www.ubersite.com/m/45881
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This no-talent douchebag is the LAST person that should be calling anyone a whore.
Submitted by Jogging_Monkey (user info) at 2004-09-23 12:50:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
GOLD as usual.. teusday I'm appauled at the ruining of the +2 necrosiac steam roller... bastard
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-09-23 12:49:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I hate tuesday and his gay website sucks farting ass.
Youse da man snark.
Happy Birthday AshK!!
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-09-23 12:48:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'll have you know that the hair on my body is standing on end right now!!!!
Spivey...<whimper>...<sob>...<sniff> I can't believe it...
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-23 12:16:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Hmmm not sure what you're trying to say with that Link Tuesday.
This post was a promise to AshK. Read the comments on yesterdays if you think I'm being a whore.
Little quick on the trigger finger Tex.
Submitted by tuesdaydelay (user info) at 2004-09-23 12:09:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
http://www.ubersite.com/m/45881
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-23 12:09:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't know what excited me most.
The story
The nipple
The chicken
Or someone thinking I am 18!
*puddle*
YOU KILLED MARKUS! ARGH!!!!
now my little Spivey will Cease and I will have to cry and cry tears of, well...salty water stuff.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2004-09-23 12:08:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-23 11:50:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Happy 18th AshK!!!
As promised here's some inapropriate sexual innuendo...
Happy Birthday sung to you in a sexy voice as only Snark can...
(Sexy Voice)
Haaapy Birth Day to yoooo
(pouty lips)
Haaaapy Birth Day to yoooo
(playing with left nipple)
Haaaaapy Birth Day Mr Pres errrrr Ashk
(thrusting pelvis)
Haaaaapy Birth Day to YOOOOOOO!
(Pulls Rubber Chicken out of pants)
Woooooo! Lets Party!!!!