Wrap him up in plastic, and throw him down the stairs, utterly fantastic.
...
Alan was in the kitchen with Anne. A christian calendar hung on the wall, next to the fridge, with the verse "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?".
Anne sat at a sterile table, looking down at her untouched cup of tea, glaring wide eyed in disbelief of this horror show of a day. The tea had gone lukewarm, no longer producing steam. Alan paced up and down the small kitchen area; furious, angry, upset, confused, lost...
He slammed his fist against the kitchen. Anne looked up at him, and he looked at her. As their eyes met, Anne could see tears forming in Alan's eyes. His facial expression was tense, like he was resisting an unstoppable frown. He got down on his knee in front of Anne, and grabbed her hands.
Almost weeping he said "I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so sorry. I've taken everything for granted. I've taken you for granted. I'm useless. I want to protect you, but I don't think I can. I just don't know what to do. I'm not strong enough..."
As tears began to run down Alan's face, Anne squeezed his hand, comforting him.
"Being here is enough" she mousily said.
Alan wiped the tears from his face as he looked Anne in the eyes with new resolve.
"I promise you, I will protect you. We will make it through this. I love you. Hell on earth be damned. I won't let anything happen to you."
They kissed.
...
Ryan, Kingston, Chris, Kyle, and Eva were in the chill room. Chris was smoking a blunt, as he tried to get a radio to work. There was only static and the occasional guttural sound which didn't sound human.
"Fuck, it's useless man" he said before passing the blunt to Ryan.
"Like, what are we going to do? What's the game plan?" Ryan said staring out the window as he took a fat drag, mesmerized by the beauty of the burning chunks of hot coal sprinkling the dark city "I mean, can we just like wait it out like a bad LSD trip? Will anyone be coming? Should we try and leave the city? Is the whole world like this?"
Kyle proclaimed "I think it is best we wait it out here for now. It is too dangerous out there."
"Um hum" Eva agreed nodding her head, her boobs bouncing along with the nodding.
"So what's with the uniform?" Ryan asked as he stared Eva's SS uniform up and down, momentarily lost in her open shirt cleavage as he inhaled the fat blunt.
"It's comfortable" she said as she squeezed her boobs together as if for demonstration.
"Okay..." Ryan said coughing, before turning to look back out the window to hide his trouser bulge crushed against his skinny jeans.
"You okay Kingston? You look a bit discoloured?" Chris asked.
Kingston was standing in the corner of the chill room with his back to everyone. He slowly turned around and said "I don't feel so good."
Kingston looked vacant as he stormed out of the room without warning.
Kyle got up and flung Deathwish over his shoulder "I better check on him just in case..."
"I'll come too" Eva said, arms clinging around Kyle.
As Kyle and Eva left, Ryan and Chris both turned to peak with peripheral vision at Eva's backside, pretending absolute indifference to breasts and thighs.
"Waow waow wee!" Chris said "He sure can pick 'em!"
"Well I guess that solves that mystery of why he left the band" Ryan added.
"So why do you think she's wearing Nazi uniform? I mean I can imagine, and I mean I CAN IMAGINE, private roleplay in the bedroom, but like that isn't appropriate for normal wear..."
Ryan pondered for a moment, before concluding "Man, she was obviously just teasing with "it's comfortable", it's probably cause Halloween is around the corner, or there is Comic-Con happening this weekend..."
"What a fucking babe!" Chris stated as he gave up on his attention on the radio and floated over to Kyle's duffel bags in the middle of the room.
"Hey! Pass me the blunt man!"
"Oh sorry bro!" Chris passed the blunt before asking "What do you think is in the bags?"
Chris picked one of the duffel bags up "It's pretty heavy".
Ryan finished toking on the end of the blunt"Heavy man, do you think we should have a look?"
"Nobody is around... so..." Chris said as he unzipped one of the duffel bags.
He took out a Kalashnikov assault rifle. Ryan looked at him with what-the-fuck? eyes.
...
Kingston had managed to make it to the third floor of the warehouse. He found himself in a small bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror, sweating feverishly and burning up. He didn't feel good. His arm felt weird. He looked down at where he had been grabbed. The mark on his forearm, the red hand print, seemed to be spreading. It looked like small deep dark red capillaries were spreading from it, climbing up his arm.
"Wha da fu" he splashed water over his face, and tried to rub the mark away.
"My eyes..." his eyes looked vacant, like he wasn't really looking at himself through the mirror.
Slowly the whites of his eyes began to turn greyish, as black circles formed in the centre. They looked like the expressionless looking eyes of a shark.
His mind began to wander as he thought about the horrendous way in which Bryant was killed Bryant! FUCK! I'm going to avenge you. I'm going to kill whoever is responsible for all this shit.
He slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it. His hand was cut up, blood dripped to the floor.
Kingston was losing all sense of time and who he was, or what he was doing. He stood there, slowly lumbering back on forth, always off balance, never grounding his feet.
Something whispered Intestines filled with shit... blood filled sack bags. Life is a disease. Life is pain. Life is suffering. You're a lone ant without a colony. Meaningless and purposeless. A sack of meat and shit. Nothing. Garbage. Only death is the answer. Freedom from your suffering. You know what you must do...
Kingston picked up a shard of glass and squeezed, blood began to heavily drip onto the tiled bathroom floor...
...
Frank flew down the stairs, wrapped up in plastic, unable to stop himself, or protect himself from the impact of the crash.
After leaving MJ, he was met by the sight of Crystal the sex doll at the end of the hall, by the stairs. Crystal was wearing the trench coat from earlier, but its facial expression seemed to have changed. It looked like it was visciously staring at him
Maybe there is more than one Frank thought, as well as Which one of those fuckers put it there?
He approached Crystal carefully, not taking any chances. His gun was tucked into the back of his trousers, and his penknife in his pocket. He stood a metre in front of Crystal, and looked at it face to face, eyeing it up, as he placed one hand into his pocket to grab his penknife. He was tempted to check on everyone else and ask them if they had moved Crystal, but it sounded silly to be scared of a sex doll.
The sound of something shattering in another part of the building made Frank turn around. He quickly turned around to face Crystal, and then immediately stepped back. The sex doll had changed facial expressions. It was vindictively smiling at him.
"Okay! You have to go!" Frank said, about to pull the penknife out of his pocket, as plastic covered his head, and wrapped around him, squeezing him, suffocating him.
Frank fell to the ground, unable to move, completely wrapped up by the plastic. He couldn't see though the plastic, everything was a plastic wrap blur, but it looked like Crystal was moving.
Something picked him up, and took him through the door to the top of the stairs. He struggled like a worm caught on a hook, unable to free himself, or even breathe.
As he flew down the stairs, he tried to shout, but found he couldn't. The plastic wrap somewhat protected him, as he awkwardly crashed halfway down the stairs, before rolling down the rest.
He came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. As he struggled to free himself, as he struggled to breathe, he could make out one thing. Crystal the sex doll slowly approaching down the stairs, moving in a most inhuman way. As it reached Frank, Crystal put its face against his plastic wrapped face. It stared at Frank like a monstrous serial killer cruelly watching its victim, slowly suffer and die.
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
Chapter 11 - Unspeakable Horror
Chapter 12 - Sex Doll
@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet, & Agent of H.I.V.E.