|Morticia Pt. 10
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Calvin looked around and saw Buck and the rest of his party inside the hallway. “Where the Christ were you, Calvin, sight seeing?” He asked.
“No, I was looking for your dumbass. You almost got everyone killed out there.”
“Those things were after all of us. You saw it.”
“What I saw was you running all over the place like a Chinese fire drill.”
“Now, just what the hell is it that we are doing in this place at this time of the evening anyways? There is no way in heaven or hell that we are going back out there.”
“Ok, then I guess we stay here for a bit. Better find something to keep us busy. I suppose we can look around and see what this place is really all about.”
“You’re nuts Buck, I wanna go home. My parents are going to kill me, if I’m not back in time.” Lincoln said.
“Mine will skin me alive if they ever knew I was here.” Timmy said.
“And what about Paul? Who’s going to tell his parents about that? You, Buck?” Calvin asked.
“You just never mind about that, I’ll take care of Paul and his parents. It is my fault that he is dead now, so it’s my responsibility.”
“We may be next if we don’t get out of here.” Calvin said. The group turned their heads as they heard the explosion. Thunder, followed by heavy sheets of rain. “I guess that idea is out.” Calvin stated.
The group looked around caught in the awe of the size of the mausoleum, and its eerie beauty. The light was soft and golden made by the many candelabras on the walls spaced evenly apart and high off of the floor. It made the marble hallways all the more creepy and gothic as they advanced down them. There were many doors on the sides of the hallway, that the group was in no rush to find out what they housed. The hissing of the rain was echoing throughout the various hallways in a cacophony of sound, alternating with the thunder. As they approached an intersection the group halted.
“Looks like there is different ways to go, which way should we go?” Buck asked.
“I’m thinking that number one, we need to stay together and not do that stupid mess that they do in the movies, and number two, I get a bad vibe about downstairs, I think we all should try to go upstairs together.” Calvin stated. He could tell from the nods of the boys in the group that they were thinking the same thing. “Ok, up it is. Fine by me.” Buck added.
The group continued on down the long hallway until they got to the foyer. There was a table that had greeting cards and flowers that were in a vase. They looked relatively fresh. A candelabrum was also on the table with 3 candles in it. Calvin picked it up. “Anyone got a light?” he asked. The group shook their heads. Calvin looked around and saw lit candelabras on the walls going upstairs and the stairs that lead there. “This way” Calvin commanded. He approached the wall candelabra and lit all of his own candles as the group made their way up the stairs. When they got to the top of the stairs they were met with a hallway that was nearly identical as the one downstairs. Marble everywhere, and a hallway that seemed to go on forever. To their left was a door, and the right was the long hallway.
This one had less light than the one downstairs as every other candelabra was lit and burning, and the others were out. The group stayed tight and walked along the hallway slowly. Buck noticed something to the left that was not like downstairs. The group looked and saw that there was a set of French doors with a sign on the front that said “Library.”
“Should we go in?” Lincoln asked.
“Might be locked.” Timmy added.
“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing.” Tyler added. Calvin reached out and grabbed the door handle, trying it. The latch snapped and the door was open. The group gasped.
“There’s our answer. I guess we go in. Does anyone want to wait out in the hall?” Calvin mentioned.
“Yeah, right.” Timmy answered. Calvin pushed the door in and led the way.
Inside and out of the rain, The Tramps looked around at the place inside. “This place is whackeded!” Toni yelled. The group looked at the long marble hallways and the eerie orange and gold light that was produced by the burning candles on the wall.
“This way, everyone. I have one of the doors marked out for our enjoyment.” Johnnie said. They looked around and finally saw the “666” that looked like it was scratched into it with a cheap knife.
“This is it.” Johnnie hollered to the group. They all piled over at the door as Johnnie slipped a real knife between the latch and the door. With a sure snap, the door opened and they all went down the stairs one at a time. Johnnie lead the way to a darkened basement that he lit with a large halogen flashlight. Walking down the corridor to the first door on the left, Johnnie cranked the knob and they entered the room.
After everyone was in, Johnnie shut the door, and locked it. Inside the room were lot of caskets, what looked like an altar of some sort, lots of burning candles, and a large table that had an administrative use of some sort, as there were papers all over it. Behind the altar was a mantel that had three urns on them.
“Ok, and now for the big surprise.” Johnnie said as he opened one of the golden caskets. The group peered in as he lifted the lid. The light from the candles cast an eerie light on the bags that were inside of the casket. It was filled to the top with bags of heroin. The members stood agast of this sight.
“Johnnie, please tell me that that is what I think it is.” Chopper asked.
“Every single milligram is the real mess. All ours.” Johnnie stated.
“Are you sure that that’s even heroin, Johnnie? That could be some toxic waste that someone wanted to get rid of and you’re gonna start shooting it up your arm.” Jester added.
“Jester, this is the real stuff, ask Toni. Right? Isn’t it?” Johnnie said.
Jester shook his head in disgust, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. “And besides, whoever owns that stuff might come back looking for it. We don’t want to touch it.” Kaylei spoke.
“Where did you get that brilliant idea, babe? There hasn’t been anyone in this house in years. If they were looking for any of this they would have been back already. Tramps own this one.”Johnnie stated as Kaylei turned her back and walked out the door.
“Sounds like a score to me, Johnnie, lets move it quick.” Bobby Rego stated.
“Wait a moment. I have a better idea. Let’s take a hit of this mess first and then get crackin, what do you say?” Johnnie asked the group. Nods appear all over the room. Johnnie, Toni, and Marky began getting out the bags and the samples. As the group began to cook up the dope, Toni began to look around the room at the awe-inspiring antiques. She spotted the old urn on the mantel with its two brothers. Reaching out to grasp the urn, she turned the lid and looked inside of it. An ominous white powder was located inside of the urn. It felt warm to her and somewhat comforting, almost like she knew it was home. She poured some of it out on the mantel and dipped her pinky into it, touched it to her tongue and waited. The numbness was powerful.
A large grin streaked across her face. She then brought the urn over and poured some into the mixture of heroin that was already on the table.
“Use some of this, Johnnie.” Toni said.
“What the sod is that?! Is that a person!!??” Chopper yelled.
“What’s the matter Chop, your balls shrivel when you hit that stuff?”Toni replied.
“I aint shooting no person up inside of me, that’s damn nuts!!”
“Up yours, you damn twit.” Toni yelled.
“Cut the mess! If you don’t want to shoot it, then shut the wheeze up and hit the other mess. Nothing is gonna happen, dude, other than you getting a formaldehyde buzz. That’s it! I’m hitting it.”
“I’ll give it a shot, Johnnie.” Benny replied.
“Yeah, me too.” Marky replied.
As the white powder entered the mix and then loaded into a syringe, Toni whispered softly to herself, “To Eternity.” She found a vein and pushed in it, and pressed the plunger down. Johnnie and Marky shot it up also. Toni’s eyes became glossy, and she began to shake. Johnnie and Marky began to shake also. Toni looked down at her palms as they began to shake and noticed that blood began to pool out of them and run down her hands. Pep turned to see the blood dripping on the floor. He asked if Toni was ok, and she slowly turned to him. He eyes opened slowly, but Pep saw that they were now as red as blood.
“I’m goooooooooooooooooood.” Toni said. She smiled to reveal that she now had long fangs in the corners of her upper and lower corners of her mouth. Johnnie began to clutch his stomach and fall to his knees.
The veins on his arms and body began to turn black. His screams penetrated the night air. Marky began to scream as well, as his arms began to change too.
“What the hell is happening to me, Johnnie!!!???” Marky screamed. The screaming continued as the rest of the group began to backpedal towards the door. Toni looked in the direction of Pep, and something from behind her shot out of her in the direction of Pep, who was looking directly at Toni. It was long, and resembled an octopus tentacle. The end of it split open like a pinwheel and latched onto the face of Pep and clamped around his head. He grabbed at the tentacle that was wrapped on his head, which began to pick him up off of the floor and swing him into the walls of the room.
The group began to disperse inside the room screaming to get out. The door that they had come into had locked, and there were people in the group missing. As Pep was slammed into the left wall a second time, blood sprayed onto the group as he dropped onto the table in the middle of the room, breaking it. He stood up and pulled at the tentacle tightly and with everything he had left in his body, and it began to give way and came off. As it broke free of his face, the group looked at him and their eyes grew wide with disgust: Pep’s face, skin, and hair were gone, and all that remained was a bloody skull and two bulging eyeballs. The tentacle then swing hard again, and knocked Pep’s body into the shelves in the corner of the room, breaking them. Minnie screamed at the top of her lungs as she watched the whole scene. The tentacle retracted and what was once Toni continued to change. Her hair was now a different color, and her skin began to take on a rigor mortis blue. Minnie screamed out for Toni, who turned, opened her mouth, fangs exposed and vomited blood on her face and neck. While Minnie struggled to wipe it off, she heard a crackling and a sizzling. Her clothes and hair were burning and dissolving, as was her skin and face. Her screams began higher and higher and she began to bleed profusely. Her skin began to melt off in chunks and smoke as they hit the floor. Skull became exposed, and she dropped to the floor, a smoking melted blob from the chest up. Chopper and friends began to smash at the door for their escape, as Johnnie and Marky, rose from the floor slowly. They were dark purple with exposed black veins, and bright yellow eyes.
“What the crap, Johnnie?!” Chopper screamed.
“Marky!!??” Bottles yelled. Marky grabbed Bottles by the hair and pulled him to him as he wrapped his hands around his throat and began to squeeze. Bottles screamed for his life, as Chopper and Steam continued on the door. The Rego brothers made a run for Marky, Bobby was whacked aside by Johnnie, and Benny was grabbed by Marky in his other hand and thrown into the wall.
The altar behind Toni began to set fire, which quickly spread to the curtains on the altar and the skirt of the caskets. Chopper began to scream for Jester, and bang on the door. He hoped he hadn’t run off with the bimbo. Bottle’s wind pipe crushed, and his neck cracked like a twig.
Jester grabbed Kaylei around the waist and kissed her deeply when she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his kiss. Jester could feel the rush of passion pumping through his veins. The first scream pierced the night air and Kaylei snapped her head in the direction of the bellow. Jester took Kaylei by the hand and ran back to the room. Jester tried the knob. No response.
“Chopper, can you hear me???” Jester screamed.
“Jester? Get us the hell out of here, man. Help us!”
“Step back, dude.” Jester yelled. Chopper hit the floor. Jester pulled the pearl-handled .45 and pumped three slugs into the door handle. The doorknob exploded and Jester kicked it in. Chopper, Steam, Torch,
Tina, and Zippo began squeezing through the door. Smoke pouring out behind them from the fire inside the room. As Zippo was making his way through, a hand from inside the room grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back inside the room. Jester and Kaylei were helping the others to stairs when out of the room emerged the zombie Marky. His mouth was stained with fresh blood, and in his right hand, was Zippo’s head.
“Get a move on, people, we’re drawing a crowd here.” Jester yelled. Jester turned and pointed the pistol at the oncoming Marky. He stopped. Jester waited. He dropped the severed head of Zippo on the floor. Jester watched puzzled. Marky gave the head a soft kick and it sprouting what looked like wings out of the sides of its ears, and began to fly around the room. Jester aimed and fired a round at the head. Blood sprayed on the ceiling and the wall, and the head dropped to the floor. Marky roared at Jester and began walking forward again. Behind Marky came Johnnie, Zippo’s headless corpse, Minnie’s dissolved body, and Pep’s skinless skull. Jester turned and slammed the door on the situation and ran up the stairs...
(End of Chapter 10)
August 27, 2009, 12:47 pm |
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