You can't depend on anyone for your wants and needs. Everyone is out for themselves.
Frank knew this from experience. He didn't trust Kyle. Something seemed... off about him, and it wasn't his eccentricities or his Nazi dressed girlfriend. There was something sinister lurking beneath his calm demeanor. Something Frank knew too well...
The amber lights gave the industrial streets an alien glow. It didn't feel like earth. Towering factories in the distance loomed ahead. Anne was still breathing heavily from her panic attack. Alan felt lost and useless. He tried to comfort her, but he was frightened. He felt like at any moment the towers in the distance would reach out like long fingers and crush him. He had to look brave for the sake of Anne. So he kept moving forward, not saying much to hide the fear in his voice.
He has to die. He doesn't belong here... Kyle thought while eyeing up Frank.
As the gang moved down the street Kingston rubbed his arm where the things had left a red hand print. It felt cold and hot; a strange alien sensation like a numb tingle. Kingston was pissed. He was bigger than those things from before, but powerless to affect them. He clenched his fist in anger at how useless he felt. He wanted to take it out on something. He wanted to go another round, but this time to be able to smash their faces in. It all felt like a sick joke he didn't want to be apart of.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Bryant asked, as he noticed Kyle stop and take out Deathwish from its quiver.
Eva silently clapped and smiled at Kyle, as a wild wind was beginning to blow in the distance.
"I promised I would play when the mood was right, and look at the moon shining so bright!" Kyle exclaimed as he began playing his saxophone.
Everyone apart from Eva looked up. There was no moon in sight.
"This isn't the time Kyle!" MJ shouted.
"We'll be safe inside soon, it just up ahead" he momentarily stopped, before tooting and hooting, and jigging away to his black heart's desire.
It was a sirens call, beckoning the darkness.
"Stop that!" Alan demanded, as he desperately attempted to calm Anne who was at the tail end of her last panic attack.
He danced his fingers around the Saxophone, as he shuffled his feet, and moved his body rhythmically, before coming to a sudden crescendo.
"You got it!" Kyle said smiling, having finished his quick solo piece.
"Bejazoot!?" someone shouted from the distance up ahead.
The factories ahead were dark and empty, but from where the calling came, an upstairs light turned on momentarily, like the flashing of a beacon from a lighthouse, before being switched off again .
"Hmmm... interesting... that's where we are going..." Kyle mused.
It was about half a kilometre down the road. Telegraph poles lined each side, as well as vacant lots, and small storage buildings.
"Did someone just shout Bejazoot?!" Mj questioned, puzzled.
"Sounded like it" Bryant confirmed.
"You sure this place is safe?" Frank asked, doubting the intentions of Kyle.
"Yes!"
"Come on! Let's keep moving then!" Alan demanded, arms wrapped around Anne as he moved forward.
The sound of a rope being shot out of a pulley mechanism echoed in the distance.
"What's that noise?" Bryant asked as he turned and moved in front of Frank.
They watched in horror as a thing appeared from nowhere. It's tall body was pale and fleshy. It's limbs long and deformed with bones protruding from its hands. A fleshly rope was attached to its monstrous bony spine by rusty screws and nails. It's distended jaw was full of thin sharp teeth, several inches long. There were no eyes. It had hollow slits where the nose and ears should be. As it wrapped its long arms around Bryant, it sank its teeth around his skull consuming his entire head in one gobble, as it pulled him off into the darkness.
There were screams of horror coming from the gang in the panic and confusion.
"Bryant!" Kingston screamed, shining his flashlight around frantically searching for his friend.
"What the fuck just happened!?" Alan shouted, squeezing Anne tightly.
Alan felt like he was losing his mind. This wasn't his life. It couldn't be.
MJ just stood there wide eyed in complete shock as Frank let go of her hand and started flashing his light around the darkness to try and find the creature.
Damn! It missed! Kyle cursed inwards to himself as Eva rubbed him on the back.
Frank knew that it would have been him, if Bryant hadn't walked in front of him at that moment.
"Bryant!" Kingston almost cried, as he shone his flashlight at the top of one of the telegraph poles in the distance.
The creature had pulled Bryant up there. It was wrapped completely around him. Eating or drinking him... liquid gloops fell to the ground.
Frank quickly checked the other telegraph poles for others, before picking up a long metal bar from a lot nearby.
"Hey! You! Come at me!" he taunted, dropping his flashlight as he moved down the street alone towards the creature.
He banged the metal rod against the road as he moved forward.
The gang watched in horror, as the creature dropped what remained of Bryant's corpse from the telegraph pole. The remaining corpse fell like a ragdoll, and the creature turned.
The sound of a rope being shot from a pulley mechanism could be heard again, as the creature flew towards Frank.
"Frank!" MJ called out in fear.
Frank positioned one foot forward as he firmly held the long metal rod with both hands.
"Noooo!" MJ screamed as the creature wrapped its arms around Frank.
Frank stood there solid as a rock, as the creature's long arms went limp around him, before springing back towards the telegraph pole, where it awkwardly hung, metal rod sticking through its chest.
Frank calmly walked back to the gang, and grabbed MJ's hand as he pulled her forward, jacket and face covered in blood.
"Come on! Let's go!" he commanded.
FUCK FUCK FUCK! Kyle cursed inwardly before saying "You heard the man! Let's move!"
They quickly made there way down the road towards the factory. Frank looked up at the old building. It seemed like it hadn't been used in years. What seemed like the smell of marijuana, wafted out from the inside. Someone was already there. Not even Kyle knew who, but he had his suspicions. Inside waited unspeakable horror.
TBC...
Chapter 1 - Deathwish
Chapter 2 - Screaming with No Mouth
Chapter 3 - Nazi Babe with a Cute Smile
Chapter 4 - The End of the World
Chapter 5 - The Dead Streets
Chapter 666 - So I Flipped the Board
Chapter 7 - I Could Feel Myself Changing
Chapter 8:16 - Bejazoot's Coming!
Chapter 999 - The Road To Hell
Chapter 10 - The Black Book
@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet, & Agent of H.I.V.E.