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Subject: [UW!] Skyler Part 5 (graphic content.)
From: "Joshua McClellan" josh@bright.net
Date: Wed, 01 September 1999 10:48 PM EDT
Message-id: <01bef4ec$34e47840$b9248fd1@default>
Before moving on much further to the cabin Skyler had them stop while he
transferred any extra ammunition he had, as well as the small diary, which
he hadn’t told Cassandra about yet, and some MREs into the pouches on his
web belt, he had Cassandra do the same with her gear. They left the two
packs and most of their equipment behind. One way or another the two of
them wouldn’t be spending another night in the Forest.
The Forest had regained a portion of its animal sounds as they walked for
several hours, they had also decided to bypass the cabin and head straight
for the parking area, it would be close to dark when they reached it but
they didn’t intend to wait around.
Skyler was heeding the call of nature when the woods went silent once
again, “man this is getting tedious,” he thought to himself as he rejoined
Cassandra.
Cassandra didn’t seem to notice the silence in the Forest and asked him a
question when he returned, “Are we headed in the right direction?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a compass with me,” he reassured her and held the compass
up that was around his neck on a leather strap.
The words had just left his mouth when a violent shriek broke the
stillness of the woods and Skyler dropped the compass and gripped the
shotgun in both hands. “What the hell was that.”
“There,” Cassandra said, pointing a shaky finger.
It took a few seconds for his eyes to focus on the shape that was loping
toward them, it was a mottled green in color and its spade shaped head sat
between powerfully hunched shoulders, two reddish-orange eyes glared out at
them from the front of its face. Two long and thickly muscled arms dangled
at its side past its knees and sharp black talons brushed through the high
grass as it moved quickly toward them.
Shaking himself out of the horror that he had felt upon seeing the
creature he brought the Brazzi up and fired just as it shrieked again.
Pulling the trigger he watched as the X-pattern of buckshot slammed into
its chest and threw it onto it’s back unmoving save for the scratching of
its talons in the dirt.
“What the hell was that,” Cassandra gasped.
“I don’t know but here come some more of them,” Skyler said racking the
shotgun and pointing with his chin at a dozen green shapes surrounded the
two people.
Cassandra and Skyler fired at the same time emptying out their shotguns
only taking down four of their attackers in that time, they dropped the
unwieldy weapons as the creatures moved in and snatched handguns from
holsters and started firing.
One of the creatures came within striking distance and brought its clawed
arm around and sliced into Cassandra’s shoulder and she cried out in pain
and dropped her gun. Seeing what had happened Skyler straddled her prone
shape and picked up her gun, he opened fire two handed emptying out both
guns quickly, but more shapes came out of the woods to converge on them and
he dumped the empty magazine and reloaded his .41 and continued firing.
The rolling thunder of repeated shots was absorbed by the surrounding
woods and mountains.
* * * * * *
Deputy Sheriff Tailor was eating a cheeseburger when his hand unit
squawked at him, “Deputy Tailor,” the female dispatcher said over the tinny
microphone.
“This is Tailor go ahead,” he replied after setting his burger down.
“Sir, an alarm at the Racoon Retreat has gone off Sir, over.”
“I copy that, anything else, over.”
“Yeah, the Sheriff is sending in some people to fill out applications,
from what he told me most of them are either cops looking for a job or
ex-military, over,”
“Copy that, if they are as good as Sam Jackson I’ll hire every man-jack of
them, over.”
“That’s all there is Deputy, over.”
“Roger that, over and out.” Tailor took one more mournful look at his
burger, slurped down the rest of his pop and grabbed his Stetson off the
seat next to him and dropped money for his bill on the counter. Getting
into squad-car he radioed two of his men as well as one of the State
Troopers to meet him on the way to the Retreat, he hesitated for a moment
and picked up the cell phone that was sitting on his seat and dialed a
number.
“Yeah Jack this is Tailor, look I might need some back up,” he listened
for a second, “no just you, not any of those other idiots that came with
you,” he listened for a little longer, said goodbye and punched the end
key. FBI Agent Jack Damon was a good man but the idiots they had sent with
him were complete losers, half the time the poor guy spent keeping his men
from getting in fights with the other Government agencies people.
Tailor started his car flipped the lights and sirens on and peeled out of
the spot that he had parked in and headed for the Racoon retreat.
Tailor met the other four men in the turn around that led up the road to
the Racoon Retreat, besides himself and Jack Damon there was Deputy Sgt.
Sam Jackson, Deputy Dwight Fuller, and Trooper Harrison Norris.
“Alright the dispatcher has filled you in on what has happened so far, we
don’t know anything else yet but we will soon, Trooper Norris you will ride
with Deputies Jackson and Fuller, Jack you’re with me, any questions,” none
were asked and he just nodded his head.
Before Damon got in the car with Tailor he walked back to his car and
popped the trunk open and pulled a Colt AR-15 out as well as three spar
magazines which slipped into the pockets of his Jacket, getting in he just
smiled at Tailor his eyes hidden by his sunglasses.
“Let’s go,” Tailor said and led the two car convoy up the winding
switchback road.
It took almost fifteen minutes for the two cars to reach the top of the
road, the Racoon Retreat had been built on top of the ruins of the old
Arklay Mansion, sometimes also called the Spencer Estate, things looked
normal as the two cruisers pulled between the two open wrought Iron gates
and into the large parking area, five cars were parked there, and another
winding drive went out of sight behind the large administrative building,
cabins screened behind a row of trees sat some distance from the parking
area.
Tailor had his Mossberg held loosely in one hand as the other’s gathered
around him, “Fuller, Jackson, Norris you search the cabins and any other
buildings over that way,” he said waving his hand towards the cabins,
“Agent Damon and I will search the Admin building,” having said that he
turned away and was followed by Damon.
Tailor and Damon entered the hotel slowly and cautiously, the only sound
the shrill rasping of the alarm that had been set off by someone. Heading
over to the counter Tailor walked around it and flicked the switch that was
underneath the Formica counter top’s edge, the alarm shut off.
“Where should we check first,” asked Damon, he had taken off his
sunglasses when they had entered the building.
“The office is right here, might as well start there,” Tailor flattened
himself against one side of the door frame and listened quietly and then
nodded to Damon who was now standing on the other side.
Damon flung the door open and Tailor raced in crouched over his Mossberg
probing the air in front of him as Damon followed after the barrel of his
AR-15 fanning back and forth. No one was in the room but their was
something there, laying on top of the manager’s desk was the manager’s
head, the sightless blue eyes stared off into the distance, the mouth stuck
in a rictus of horror. Blood dripped down from the desk and pooled onto the
gold carpeting, the rest of the manager’s body was laying on the floor off
to one side, it looked as if someone had been gnawing at it.
Tailor belched his stomach wanting to rebel as he remembered the
half-eaten cheeseburger that he had left behind at Emmy’s Diner. Damon was
a little green around the mouth, as he tried to keep from puking himself.
“Jesus,” Tailor whispered, “what happened here.”
“I don’t know,” Damon said weekly. “How many employees did this place
have,” he asked?
“About a dozen,” Tailor answered quietly.
They found all the rest of the employees inside the main building, they
found the chef and her assistant in the kitchen, the assistant had his
throat ripped out and the chef was laying on a butcher block table her
entrails protruding from her torn open belly. Two maids were found dead in
a pool of blood in the dining room, another was laying across one of the
guest beds equally dead, the two bellboys were also dead draped over chairs
in the lounge, the gardener was found in the bathroom, and the last three
employees were found dead in various parts of the hotel. All had died
gruesomely, with looks of pure terror in their eyes, and all had signs of
bite marks and blood drainage.
Tailor and Damon stumbled out of the hotel and into the fresh air. Tailor
felt a little better but Damon wobbled on rubbery legs to a nearby bush and
proceeded to fertilize them with his lunch.
The two deputies and the trooper walked up at that moment reporting they
had found nothing except some broken doors and windows and some messed up
rooms.
Deputy Fuller was smirking at the FBI agent as he barfed, Tailor saw that
look told him to wipe it off of his face, “why don’t you boys go check and
see what’s in the Manager’s office,” he ordered thumbing towards the hotel
lobby door.
Still smirking Fuller led the way and came running back out a few seconds
later joining Agent Damon at the bushes.
“Serves you right,” Tailor said under his breath, Fuller was, always had
been, and always would be a total asshole, and he felt some satisfaction in
bringing the Deputy down a few notches. He watched as Jackson and Norris
exited the hotel, both men were shaken but handling things better than the
younger men, they were both veteran cops and had too scrape more than one
drunken motorist up off the highway.
“What the hell did that,” Norris said his voice a little higher pitched
than it usually was.
“I don’t know Harrison, but I intend to find out,” and he walked over to
his squad car and picked up the mike, “Betty patch me through to the
coroner.”
“Roger Henry,” she said and patched him through.
“Steve, this Deputy Tailor, I’m going to need some body bags and a few
meat wagons,” Tailor paused for a moment, “and I want you to ride out here
with the forensics people.”
“Okay Henry I’ll be their in half an hour,” he said after getting
directions from Tailor.
“We’ll have some forensics people here in a little while,” he told the
others as he turned back. He also saw that the younger men had stopped
barfing into the bushes, Damon looked sheepish but Fuller just glared at
Tailor.
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J.E. McClellan-----
Good... Bad... I'm the one with the gun.
----Bruce Campbell; Army of Darkness