Fear lingered in the air. Darkness haunted the streets. Getting inside was imperative. The only entrance to the factory building was a metal door with a keypad on the side. All the other entrances had been bolted shut years ago. Alan tried to peer inside as he held his arm around Anne, but the windows were placed high, preventing him from gazing in.
"Let me see if I can remember this..." Kyle trolled as he slowly entered in the digits.
The door clicked and Kyle slowly opened it. A faint mist of smoke escaped outside as the door opened. White light emanated from inside, it was a welcome change from the amber hues of the dead streets. Without hesitation or a second thought they all piled inside, shutting the door behind them, and barricading it from the inside.
The place was already partially lit up. Kyle flicked on all the other lights giving the place a bright white glow.
"Here we are!" he exclaimed as Eva wrapped her arms around him, smiling with joy, her breasts almost poking out of her Nazi uniform as she squeezed Kyle.
"Are we alone?" Frank questioned.
"It's warm in here..." Alan noted.
They were in the main section of the building. It looked like a disused warehouse. The walls were painted white and the place was full of tall shelves stacked with boxes and other assorted things. There were a lot of mirrors propped up against the shelves and against some of the walls, giving it an almost carnival mirror maze appeal. Frank carefully surveyed the area, catching glimpses of himself and others in the mirrors. He let go of MJ's hand when he saw how much blood he was covered in. He needed to wash.
In the corner was a small open office area with a desk. The desk chair wasn't empty...
In it someone or something sat. The light above the desk had no bulb. It was the only darkened area of this lit up warehouse.
"Who's there?!" Kingston called out to the figure in the shadows.
Like a statue, it stared at the gang, unmoving in complete silence.
"Shit!" Alan said as he looked to Kyle to do something, but Kyle just stood there bemused with duffel bags in both hands, and breasty Eva clinging to him.
Anne hid behind Alan, and just stared at a wall, dissociating herself from the situation. She couldn't take anymore. Her mind was about to break. MJ saw Anne's stress and put her arms around her, giving her what little comfort she could. Frank thought about going for the gun in his bag, but before he could even consider it, Kingston stepped up.
"I said who's there?!" Kingston said with furor as he moved his large lumbering body towards the figure.
Kingston wanted to take his rage out on something, for revenge over the death of Bryant. Someone or something had to pay, or at the very least be a punching bag for Kingston to take his rage out on.
The gang watched as Kingston circled around the table, and then grappled angrily with the figure, rolling over the desk with his arms around it, spilling old forms and receipts across the floor, before also tumbling onto the floor and into the light.
"Gyah!" Kingston cried as he kicked the sex doll off him, before getting up and dusting himself off.
"Ah! Crystal!" Kyle laughed.
The sex doll had been dressed in an old trench coat. It was one of those novelty plastic blowup ones with blonde hair and ridiculous open lips.
Everyone apart from Frank laughed in relief. Frank was still scanning the surroundings. He didn't trust Kyle and wouldn't believe this place was safe until he had checked it himself.
"There's someone there!" Frank shouted.
At the other side of the warehouse, through the twisting shelve stacks was a metallic staircase leading to the second floor. Someone was at the top, peering down at them.
The person fled as Frank darted across the warehouse through the winding maze of shelves. The glimpses of himself through every mirror he ran past kept him on edge. Frank powered up the stairs. The door at the top was about to fully close as Frank reached it. He flung it open and ran through the second floor corridor, making a turn and seeing the door at the end shut. He approached with abandon as he threw his body against the push door. Someone was on the other side, holding the door closed, preventing Frank from busting through. Frank slammed and slammed his body against the door. He could hear more than one person on the other side.
Eventually the door gave way. Frank bust into the room and held the door open as he stood there still covered in blood from before. Two people in leather jackets and jeans were both on the floor, looking up in horror at this blood drenched man with eyes like the devil.
"Wow man! We don't want any trouble!"
"Is that you Ryan?" an out of breath Kingston shouted from the corridor.
The rest of the gang slowly caught up with Frank. The room Frank had stormed had been converted into a chill room, with sofas, game stations, drug paraphernalia and other assorted chill things. Green, yellow, and orange drapes and other hippy furnishings hung around the room. It stank of dank pungent marijuana. A bong and ashtray full of blunt ends sat on the center table.
As Alan walked past Frank, Chris and Ryan got up.
"Welcome to Casa De Chill Alan!" Ryan said before continuing "It's good to see you man"
"Jesus! I thought you guys were burglars or something" Chris said, still in shock from being chased by the devil himself.
"Why are you covered in... blood?" Ryan asked the devil, before seeing Kyle and lighting up like a Christmas tree "Ah Kyle ma Man!"
Chris was the drummer, and Ryan the bassist of Bejazoot. They were both stoned; red eyed and behaving like children. Chris used to run security for the factory back when it was operational and producing leather and textile goods. When the place closed it ended up in the hands of some bank, which meant that it would stay vacant for years, or even decades before being sold on. Chris, Ryan, and Kyle took advantage of the place, and converted it into their own private place to hang, rarely inviting or bringing anyone else.
Kyle placed his duffel bags onto the table in the middle of the room. Frank wondered what was in those bags and how heavy they were for Kyle to effortlessly be carrying them this entire time.
"What's with the party? And where's Steve Steve the wonder gun!?" Chris asked jovially.
Anne began to sob. MJ comforted Anne once more, joining her in the sobbing. The pleasantries were cut short, as Kyle and Alan explained what had happened, the unbelievable horrors they had so far encountered. Alan couldn't stop thinking about how Steve looked as he melted in the fire. He couldn't believe it, and couldn't believe what he was saying to Chris and Ryan.
Ryan went off on one as he sputtered "Are you guys sure? I mean this one time I took LSD, and I was playing my organ, you know the one you dusted off?" pointing to Alan before continuing "and outside got really mad, I mean it was like the war of the bees man, and I was orchestrating it, and they were fighting against all the other insects, and there was spiders, and everything, it was really intense, and eventually I climbed onto the roof, and I was watching them all, and then I fell off and onto the bin, and I couldn't move, my spine had popped out, and I was like Oh shit!, but then I popped it back in and it was all gravy, and I went inside again."
"No... People are dying. Something fucked up is going on" Kingston explained with gravitas and sincerity.
"Heavy... So that's why its so dark outside. We thought the clocks were broken" Chris said half dazed from a days worth of smoking.
Chris had thought he heard Deathwish playing in the distance earlier, he would recognize Kyle's saxophone anywhere. It was him who had shouted Bejazoot!? at them before.
Frank felt out of place, as he stood there, still at the door, still covered in blood. He felt like he would always be the outsider.
"Anne, you don't look so good" Ryan mentioned before continuing "There's food in the kitchen, you look like you could do with a soup or a hot drink"
"Thanks Ryan, I'll take her" MJ said.
"Here, you look like you could use some decompression" Chris said, sparking up a blunt and passing it to MJ.
She took a toke, handed it back, and then escorted Anne out.
"And who's this babe!?" Ryan asked, only just noticing the buxom Eva.
"So this is the one you left the band for? I understand now" Chris said, digging an elbow at Kyle as he took a fat hit from the blunt.
Kyle felt frustrated as he blushed slightly. He didn't expect these two to be here. He didn't like being reminded of the past, not with what he was becoming, with what was unfolding. He didn't have room for that. Not anymore.
Frank interrupted "Got a bathroom around here? I need to wash off."
"Yeah man! Down the corridor and to your right, there are bathrooms with shower facilities, want a toke?" Ryan replied offering the blunt.
Frank left.
As he walked through the brightly lit corridor he heard MJ talking to Anne, telling her it was going to be alright. Was it?
Frank sighed as he entered the shower room, before removing his penknife, Zippo lighter, and phone from his bloody jacket. The bathroom facilities were well equipped, and other than the corners of the room, the place was kept quite clean. He undressed, and threw his blood soaked jacket and top to the ground. He was glad to have stuffed his bag full of spare clothes. It was only the gun he cared about, everything else was just to cover it.
He took a water bottle out of his backpack, and took a long drink, before looking at himself naked in the mirror. His skin was stained in blood.
"..." Frank turned as someone entered.
"You're so..." MJ said as she ran her finger down Frank chest.
Frank was ripped like Bruce Lee, and built like a brick house. He hadn't had much of a social life in the last two years, and had spent much of his time training in his apartment. His shoulders were like coconuts, and his arms looked like he was smuggling melons. His back muscles bulged and protruded with fierce animalistic power. His abs could fry bacon, and his pecs could crush boulders. He didn't have a gym body, it was a natural hunter gatherer body, the kind you wouldn't notice beneath clothes.
MJ stepped away from him, as she unzipped her red leather skirt, letting it drop to her ankles, before taking off the rest of her clothes, throwing them into a neat pile in the corner.
"Let me help you get clean" she said, turning the shower and Frank on.
Frank joined her in the shower, first letting the water rinse off the blood and gut residue before getting busy. He wrapped his muscular arms around her, fondling her all over and squeezing her, rubbing her thighs, grabbing her pert butt cheeks, as she kissed his chest, and gently caressed his dick.
She got onto her knees and began sucking him, gently cupping his balls, looking up at him with wide smiling cheeky eyes. Frank began to pump her face vigorously as the shower sprayed their glistening bodies. MJ withdrew Frank's penis from her mouth, as she began to lick down the shaft, and around his balls. She got up and turned around, placing her hands against the tiled wall.
"Fuck me!" she said, looking over her shoulder at Frank, biting her lip.
Frank slowly inserted his large member, as he took MJ from behind. She gasped and sighed as he slid into her wet snatch. He held her hips as he began rocking back and forth, before reaching up and placing one hand around her neck, drawing her head around, and kissing her. He vigorously fucked her from behind until they both came, falling into each others arms, and resting on the ground against the tiled wall as the hot water continued to pleasantly soak them.
Frank got out of the shower first, and dried himself off. MJ was enjoying the relaxing comfort of the heat from the shower in combination with the effects of the blunt toke from before. It was well needed with the amount of stress she had been through.
Frank put on a light shirt to go with his dark trousers. It was too warm in the building for a jacket.
"How about a round two?" MJ teased.
"Sure, just let me check on things" Frank said as he took the gun from his backpack, and carefully tucked it into the back of his trouser pants.
Frank's hair hung down behind his head, still soaking wet and dripping. He smiled, feeling momentarily happy, before putting his game face back on. He knew this building wasn't safe. Something didn't feel right.
As he left the bathroom facilities, he was met with a fright. He turned, half-startled, to see Crystal the Sex Doll...
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
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Irish Writer, Poet, & Agent of H.I.V.E.