Necrosiac 25 Part 3 of 4 (775 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2004-11-30 09:55:41 EST
The first 24 Chapters are here:
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NECROSIAC 25 Part 3 of 4
"Smithy's not answering..."
"No? He's probably burning us in effigy. We should go back"
Terri looked at her partner's pale pain scarred face and nodded her agreement.
"It's going to look bad. I shouldn't have run"
Mattaius responded with a grunt and tentatively adjusted himself in the stiff leather passenger seat of her car.
"Little bastard won't stop yelling in my ear... listen, we'll get it straightened out. From what you tell me, Smithy is a reasonable man, and I'm sure there's all kinds of evidence to corroborate your story... Jesus I'm cold"
"Let me get a look at you"
Terri pulled her car to a gentle stop on the side of the street and switched on the interior light to get a better look.
Her partners face had lost much of its color and beads of sweat stood out crystal clear on his forehead, like gems against the darkening blue of his veins. She put the back of her hand against it and shivered sympathetically, as the cold from his skin brought back memories of her own exposure to the dark magic eating away at him.
"Matt. I think the infections coming back, we have to get you to a Cleric"
Mattaius slumped back in his seat with a wince and closed his eyes.
"These painkillers aren't helping worth a damn. Let's rob a pharmacy on the way back... I need morphine and ear plugs"
"Smartass"
"I love you too kiddo" he whispered weakly "Let's go"
Terri pulled her car back onto the road and looked for an opening in the traffic to pull around to the opposite lane.
"Matt I'm sorry. I should never have taken you from the infirmary. I shouldn't have run"
When no answer came she hit the interior light again and almost recoiled in shock at the drastic change in his condition.
Pitt sat slumped forward and unconscious in his seat, held semi erect by the strap of his seatbelt. Even from the side she could see his face was almost completely grey, a web of veins on his temple stood out sharp and black. If it wasn't for his shallow panting, she knew she would have assumed the worst.
"No time"
All at once she understood there was no way she could get him back to the agency before it was too late, and cursed herself for risking his life for the sake of her own stupidity.
"Hold on buddy"
No time to return to the agency, but she realized it wasn't the only option open to her. As much as she hated to admit it, there was one place closer she could take him. She realized she had no choice and swung the car around again, her jaw locked in grim determination, doing her best to keep the dread that came with her decision at bay.
As much as she loathed the idea, she knew she'd have to give the closest thing she had to family to HIM.
She'd have to bargain with the only person she'd ever truly been afraid of.
She'd have to put him in the hands of Dr. Fester.
Smithy closed his eyes and put an arm up to shield himself against the blood and flesh spattering him and the six men left standing at his sides.
Marshaling his waning strength, he did his best to raise his voice above the deafening rattle of automatic gunfire filling the corridor.
"Their heads! Shoot them in the head!"
To his right, Preston and his men stood and fired into the crowd pressing in on them, their faces a mixture of shock and horror as their bullets ripped apart strangers and loved ones alike.
"Shift right along the wall! We have to get into the Auditorium!"
Shoulder to shoulder, he and his men slowly slid their way towards the safety of the metal doors less than 15 feet away. Exhaustedly they hacked at the crowd of undead pressing against them, their weapons growing heavier with each blow.
"Not gonna make it"
The words came from Jameson as he buried his blade deep in the forehead of a blonde haired woman in a waitresses outfit, and Smithy knew he was right. Despite the heroic efforts of his men and the firepower streaming down the hall in front of him, 10 feet might as well be ten miles.
"Get ready to break for it!"
Smithy went down on one knee and once again placed his hand on the carpet, intending to send the last of his power into it, to turn it to ice. One last effort to take their attacker's feet out from beneath them. One last bid to get the remainder of his men to safety.
Suddenly, he felt himself grabbed by the shoulders and yanked to his feet. With a yell he brought his blade up, ready to plunge it into the skull of his attacker, but instead found himself face to face with a bloody battered Jameson.
"Take care of my Bobby"
"No!"
Too late he tried to shake himself free as Jameson let out a wave of magic, sending him flying towards the auditorium doors, before turning and plunging into the front rank of the undead.
For a second he watched in horror as, from somewhere within the howling mass, Jameson imploded himself and the majority of the dead who had turned to feast.
"Go! Go! Go!"
He recognized the voice as Preston's and stumbled to his feet in time to join them and the remainder of his men, as they fell over one another in a mad scramble to the interior of the auditorium.
Almost immediately someone slammed the door shut and the familiar electrical crackle of a warding spell filled the air, followed by a strangely deafening silence.
Beside him one of the men began to cry and another fell to his knees and placed his face in his hands, his sobs muffled but strong.
Suddenly he felt himself awash in the shame he had buried. He wanted to go to them, to prostrate himself and beg their forgiveness, but his instincts held him together. He knew the last thing they would want was his remorse. No, if anything, they needed his strength more than anything else he could give.
Smithy raised his head and met Preston's sorrowful face.
"The Necrosiac?" he asked.
"He's in the building" Smithy replied "These are his pets"
"I've never seen anything like it"
Smithy concurred with a shake of his head then turned to the doors as a single meaty thump landed on the other side.
Preston stood then crossed to his boss and knelt beside him.
"Leland, what the hell happened?" he asked, his voice a mixture of fear and anger "Where's my son? Where's my sister?"
"I don't know" he answered exhaustedly "I didn't see them out there anyways. He tricked me Dennis... He locked himself in with them and then he... did things... and when he was done he came for us"
Preston looked around the body strewn room, then to Smithy's men.
"He left you alive..."
"I guess he figured we were done for anyways"
"We have to stop him!"
Smithy let out a high pitched cackle and found himself wondering if he still stood on the brink of insanity.
For a moment he listened to the increasing wails of the undead as they pounded on the door, then turned watery eyes to the defiantly scowling man at his side.
"Nothing we can do Dennis. It's up to Wong now."
"Ding"
Martin Breuer motioned his partner back into the alcove in front of the stairwell and shut the door before him enough so that he could still make out the elevator door through the crack.
Wong's instructions had been very clear. "Get out of site and kill anyone that comes out of the elevator who isn't wearing an ID badge"
He'd made his plan known to them before leaving and Martin had learned long ago to never second guess the man he and his peers had labeled "The China Bull".
Before him the elevator doors opened and a tall man in a black suit stepped out, then stopped and gave the wet red rope in his hands an impatient tug.
Martin raised his shotgun and stepped out behind the tall intruder, but hesitated as a squeal of pain sounded out from a familiar voice deep within the elevator.
Once again the man before him tugged on the rope and the squeal turned into a scream as Security Chief Wong stumbled out the door, his bloody hands held tight against where it jutted out from his stomach.
"Oh My God!"
Without thinking he sighted down the barrel and pulled the trigger as he realized the dripping link between the two men wasn't a rope at all, but rather a glistening length of intestine.
His weapon bucked hard against his shoulder and filled the hall with its thunder as the stranger's head exploded, revealing something that looked like a miniature black roiling storm cloud, before slamming back together like a film being played backwards.
Adrian blinked twice, shook his newly reformed head, then turned and grinned at his attacker.
"I'm beginning to like fools"
Richard Crowe stood outside the door of the Wonder Room with his weapon drawn and tried to take his mind off of his ever expanding bladder.
"That was definitely a shotgun"
Without glancing at his partner he switched the safety off of his pistol and replied.
"Damn rights. I think I heard screaming too"
"Shit. We just going to wait here?"
"Yeah" he replied "Those are our orders"
"Yeah well you know what I'm thinking?" his partner replied nasally "I'm thinking there are four of the most powerful caster's in the world in that room and we're a couple of boobs with guns"
"Get a grip Bob. Personally I'd rather face off against an over hyped Necro than 'The Bull' if he finds out we didn't do our jobs"
"Whoah Big Guy. Alls I'm sayin is there's a Seductress, a Deviner, a Sleeper and a FryGuy in there that are probably giggling there asses off right now. Hells I know I would at the thought of a couple of tubby nobs like us, standing out here with pea shooters making like John fucking Wayne"
"Quiet" said Richard as he relaxed his stance and waved at the two familiar figures approaching them from the end of the hall "Here comes Martin and Jason"
"Aren't they supposed to be watching the elevator?" asked Bob "Damn... they look pissed"
"Look upon us and despair. We are the last generation of the living, the bastard children of a dying race. Food for the Necrosiac"
Smithy felt a tear drift down his cheek and opened his arms to his sobbing daughter, then wrapped them around her and silently swore he would never leave her side again.
"I'm sorry daddy!" she sobbed "He made me promise! He made everyone die and then he found us and he made me promise!"
"Oh baby" he sobbed "It's ok. It's ok"
"You have blood on you!"
"It's ok honey. It's not mine"
Around him he heard other children start to cry as well, as they realized their parents were nowhere to be seen.
To his left a young agent he recognized as one of his original squad, Billy Pate, sat with his back against the wall and said "Boss I'm not feeling too well"
Smithy let himself be lost in the feeling of his daughter pressed against him for a moment longer then raised his head, wiped his eyes clear, and looked the man over.
The agent was coated in gore, bruised and bleeding like the rest of them but his face had become gaunt. The streaks on his cheeks where he had attempted to wipe away the blood were pasty and white and Leland thought he could make out the bluish tinge of veins on his neck.
He turned his head to look over the other survivors as the memory of Terri's description of what had happened to agent Pitt echoed in his mind. Horribly he came to the realization that his men were victim to the same magical infection.
With a groan he stood up and noticed, for the first time, the cold seeping into his bones.
Quickly he turned to Preston where he knelt and hugged his son.
"We have to get to medical"
Preston looked up and raised one bushy eyebrow.
"What's up boss?"
"Were infected" Smithy replied "We have to get to medical now or everyone who's been bitten is going to turn into one of them"
Preston followed his boss's outstretched finger to the warded doors and nodded his head stoically.
"There's still too many" replied Pate, his voice almost a whisper "We can't go back out there. I don't know if I have any fight left in me"
Preston nodded again. "I can even the odds" he said "I can give us a chance to make a run for it"
"We could try and get to one of the security teams bodies" said another of Smithy's men weakly "At least one of them has got to have a key to the emergency exit. We could go around to medical from the outside."
Preston gestured to one of his men for the pack he wore then unzipped it and set it wide open on the floor.
The fragmentation grenades inside glinted dully in the soft light of the room.
"I've got all the keys we need right here"
User Reviews
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-14 20:20:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Everyone is dying! NOOOOOOO!
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-06 19:09:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Charred (user info) at 2005-03-31 16:46:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Seriously?
Find a publisher.
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2005-03-25 11:35:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-12-02 14:06:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I have been waiting to hear what Adrian said to that little girl...and you lived up to my expectations perfectly! {you know that's tuff to do}
Shame on you Snark for selling one of your kids just so you can have a threesome! you know I would lend you the money for that! ... but I get pictures
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-12-01 16:07:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Indepth,
I love you bro. You know that but...
Fuck you. I'm not sharing.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-12-01 14:59:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by indepth25 (user info) at 2004-11-30 20:59:12 (#)
Ranking: 2
Ladies and Snark I can get my hands on some digital camera's I can have at least one steady hand, if not I'll bring a tripod
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HA! A tripod! That made me giggle like a tween at a Backstreet Boys concert.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-12-01 09:53:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Benny,
Part of this comes from a movie I saw a long time ago called "Cast a Deadly Spell". It was a classic "Film Noir" detective story set in the 40's, with the added twist that magic was fairly commonplace in the world.
I thought it was a very cool concept and it just kind of took root when I picked up writing again. The rest is just me writing shit that I enjoy reading. That other people enjoy it is icing on the cake.
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2004-12-01 02:33:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome.
What is your inspiration behind the series? You obviously like the horror genre as well as having a great sense of humour.
Submitted by indepth25 (user info) at 2004-11-30 20:59:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ladies and Snark I can get my hands on some digital camera's I can have at least one steady hand, if not I'll bring a tripod
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-11-30 14:40:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I changed my mind about not eating your brain. I shall,if only to try and get some of that creative geniusness that bubbles inside of your skull.
Can I have a book as well? Please? Assoon as I turn 18 I'll join you, Circe, and AshK on that beach...
Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2004-11-30 13:14:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-30 13:08:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
oh shit.
thank you for this. i was going to pass out if i didn't get my necrosiac fix
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-11-30 13:00:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Finally we get more!
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-11-30 12:49:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Get a room you guys. Sheesh.
Submitted by Critical_Mass (user info) at 2004-11-30 11:40:59 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:56:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ohhh, I recognize a no brainer when I see one.
Get your child back Snark, I have frequent flyer miles.
I'm off to pack my "gear".
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:30:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
You have to ask?
I just sold one of my kids for a plane ticket.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:27:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:09:32 (#)
Ranking: 2
Woo!
If you ever turn this into a big fat novel, you have to promise I get one. Autographed. Hand delivered. To my basement.
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And after you've delivered hers, the two of you can get your asses on a plane. Come over here to the land of sunshine and beaches on a mission from God (well, me, but who can tell the difference? I mean, really?) to bring me my copy.
We will then all get drunk and pretend we don't want to have the kind of hedonistic threesome action that makes Satan shield his eyes to protect his comparative innocence from being tainted by our debauchery.
For about four minutes, or until we get tired of it.
Then we have sex. Everyone agreed?
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:11:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
AshK,
Hun, I will do just that. You can retrieve it from between my teeth.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:10:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
JMG,
Remember me when you're directing for Hollywood.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:09:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Woo!
If you ever turn this into a big fat novel, you have to promise I get one. Autographed. Hand delivered. To my basement.
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:05:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Yes this was awesome
No I don't want to wait for the next chapter
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:05:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Your characters are fantastic. I know exactly how I'd film this.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:04:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I've said it before, and I'll say it again...
So
Damn
Good.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-11-30 10:03:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I apologize for the amount of time it took to post this.
Blame it on old fashioned idiocy.