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July 20, 2014

Demons Ascension - Rescue

[Posted by Ted H]

Act 3 is in full swing pretty much. May plan is to post the final parts of this by October...then I plan to do jack shit...maybe a little side project...all in preparation of NaNoWriMo 2014...


[Demons Ascension - Rescue]

            Brittany laid in her bed, tears streaming down the sides of her face as she stared up at the ceiling. A man she had never seen before had found his way in and with no effort at all threw her around the living room before dragging her beaten body to Stephanie's room. He had forced something down her mouth and within minutes she couldn't move. He had removed her clothes and positioned her the way they had found her twin, arms stretched out and feet straight. A rope had been tied around the bed and around her stomach and arms to keep her in place in case she could muster the strength to even move out of the position he placed her in.
            She knew she was going to die here. All she could do now was mourn he own life as the tears flowed and an occasional sob was moaned. At first she feared this man would force himself on her exposed and defenseless body, he defiantly had been eyeing her in a lustful way the entire time, but he never touched her after laying her out. He desired something else from her, she did not know what it was, and he was impatiently biding his time. He just stood over her, only God knows for how long, and watched her cry and shake.
            After what felt like an eternity, he looked her in the eyes and smiled. "No fear," he whispered" You are about to become part of something greater." He then reached into his gray trench coat and pulled out a large curved blade. Brittany couldn't bear to watch and darted her gaze towards the window where her eyes went wide at the sight of Lyle outside, aiming his gun.
            Bullets crashed through the window and into the man as Brittany tried, yet failed to scream. Every round hit the man, but he did not bleed and he did not fall. Instead he looked to the window, Lyle no longer there, and ran to it ready to slash with his blade. The man kicked a hole and jumped out, wondering where Lyle was.
            She then felt hands on her and looked over to see James with a small knife of his own as he began cutting through the ropes, muttering to himself about some plan. He then noticed she was conscience and told her not to worry, but she could see in his eyes that he himself was worried. "She's alive, John," he said but she couldn't see her brother "We need to move her now. Stay ready."
            James cut through both ropes around her arms and he quickly and feverishly worked on the rope across her abdomen. He cut the rope loose and pulled her up by her arm. Just as he was about to hoist her up over his shoulder, she felt herself be pulled back down to the bed and saw the man had returned as he grabbed James by the throat and lift him up.
            "You dare?" he screamed just before his head snapped back from a gunshot. He fell backwards as James dropped to the ground. "James, talk to me," John shouted as he ran over, gun in the air. "I got her," James said as he climbed to his feet "Just make sure that demon stays put."
            John circled to the other side of the bed where the man fell then looked back at James. He quickly tried to fire down when the man snapped at the pistol and grabbed it, causing John to fire harmlessly into the man's chest. "Just go! Get her out of here!" John screamed as he struggled with the man. "Lyle!" James screamed as he pulled Brittany off the bed and began dragging her towards the door "Lyle, where the hell are you?"
            Brittany wished more than anything she could scream or say anything because all she could do was helplessly watch as the man quickly reached down for his knife and effortlessly drive it up into John, who immediately dropped to his knees and became quiet.
            "No!" James said as he dropped Brittany and rushed at the men. The man pulled his knife out and prepared to hurt John again when James jumped his from behind and pulled him away. John grasped at his wound and struggled to breathe as Lyle appeared where the window once stood. The man drove backwards into a wall to shake James but he held on for life and refused to let go. "Get out of the way!" Lyle called as he aimed his gun but James couldn't hear him. The man then dropped forward and flipped James over him, James pulling the gray trench coat as he fell and the man pulled free. Lyle then fired his gun at the man until it clicked empty, hitting him in several places including the head which caused him to drop.
            "Get John out of here, NOW!" James screamed as he scrambled to his feet "I'll get the girl." Lyle reached in and grabbed John as he fell over, and began pulling him out of the house. James had his one arm tangled in the trench coat, but ignored it as he ran up and placed his arms under Brittany. He picked her up as he awkwardly made for the hole to follow Lyle and John. Before he reached the hole, the man appeared with unbelievable speed and lifted them both up by their throats.
            Brittany was still able to breathe but it looked like James was about to turn purple as the man glared at him with a twisted face of suppressed rage. He said nothing as he wound up and hurled James through a wall and outside. He then tossed Brittany back onto the bed, he arms and legs falling perfectly the way they had been laid out before, and he cleaned off his blade from her brother's blood."
            "Get away from her, you fucking scumbag!" Lyle screamed as he charged back in, the man barely paying him notice as he swatted Lyle back out as easily as if he were a fly. Brittany began to cry again as she watched the man calmly walk back over to her bedside. "My ascension begins," he said as he raised his knife. Brittany was able to scream again at that moment, but it would not last long.
            Lyle was able to get to his feet again and shake off the fall he took. By time he was able to approach the house again though, a large green fireball erupted from inside the bedroom, blowing him back down. The man had claimed her soul as his own, and was now on the verge of accomplishing his goal.

July 13, 2014

Demons Ascension - Pentagram

[Posted by Ted H]

Vacation time bitches!
...also, this is apparently the 200th post of TNW. Not all of them are stories/poems and not all of them were by me but it's still a nifty accomplishment. Here's to the next 200!


[Demons Ascension - Pentagram]

            James and Amanda spent some time together before he left to join John, Lyle and some other officers by Bradford's desk where a radio was set up to listen to the cops out waiting by the apartments. The wait began around 3 but by 5:30 many of the officers grew bored or had better things to do. Eventually it was just Lyle, James and John left.
            "According to the ritual timer," James said "We still have half an hour before Croatoan returns or makes any kind of move."
            "Assuming the next murder takes place in the apartments," John said.
            "We've assigned two beat cops for every person in that complex who refuses to leave their home for the night," Lyle said "Plus we have every forensic person possible tearing through this guys apartment. Even if he had the balls to return there, he won't be murdering much of anyone."
            "Guy stood up to a barrage of small arms fire," John said "What makes you think a few beat cops can take him?"
            "Because these guys have tactical gear; shotguns, assault rifles and the like. I don't care what kind of armor that guy has backing, he ain't getting up from a close range shotgun blast."
            "I shot him in the head, twice, and he just kept coming."
            "You're full of it."
            "He leapt over cars and overturned Bradford's. Hell, Bradford tried to run him over and he stopped the car bare handed."
            "John, I don't know what happened in that alley, but I know a human can't stop a speeding car. You need to lay off the crack."
            "You weren't there."
            "I'll believe it when I see it for myself."
            "Are you two always like this?" James asked as both men glared at him before resuming their argument. James rolled his eyes before he walked back over to Bradford's board where he had the big map. On it were the markings of the first four murders. James decided to go ahead and mark the empty lot where Bradford died, completing the star points. He then noticed a different mark due south of the church and due east of the Williams alley.
            "What's this?" he asked as he pointed to the map mark. "That's the park," John said "Approximately where they found the guy who killed the priest." James looked back to the map. The man who killed Father Brooks was later left in a precise and perfect location compared to the location of their crime.
            James grabbed a marker and circled two additional points on the map. This grabbed the interest of Lyle and John. "What are you thinking?" John asked. James had circled a point due south of Stephanie's murder and due west of the Williams alley. He also circled a point directly between the church and Stephanie's house, due north of the Williams alley and the apartments.
            "The guy who killed Williams and Allanson is here," he said as he pointed to the second mark. "John, the guy who killed your sister is here," he said as he pointed to the first mark. They're both dead, I bet just like the guy you already found. It's all part of the ritual."
            "So it's not a star," Lyle said as he looked at the map.
            "Oh, it's still a star," James said "Note how the murderers mirror the location of their victims. Croatoan murdered the last two, hence why they both mirror outwards from the apartments. His little conduit is made."
            "Conduit?" John asked.
            "Conduit," James repeated "His power comes from a flow of energy made possible from the sacrifices."
            "Every conduit needs an end point," John stated "It's like a pipeline. Without an end point, most of what is transferred would be lost."
            "That would be the center then," Lyle said as he walked back to the radio. There was chatter, but it was trivial.
            "It needs to be a circuit," James said "An infinite loop of energy."
            "Well, it looks circular," John said as he traced a circle around the star from one point to the other. He then returned to the desk with Lyle while James studied the map some more. "Everything about the rituals has a reason," he said to himself as his eyes darted between all the marked points. "The people...the locations..." His eyes went from each murder location in order before they went wide and he stepped back "...AND the order!"
            "What was that?" John asked, taking notice of James' words.
            "It's not a star," he said as he spun around and pointed to the map "He didn't make a star, he's drawing a pentagram."
            "Isn't that the same thing?" Lyle asked.
            "No," James said, talking fast "A star can be any number of sides and angles. A pentagram isn't so much a star as it's five intersecting lines that form a five point star. He hasn't closed the conduit yet because he hasn't finished the pentagram. I know where the next murder will be."
            James grabbed the marker and began drawing lines on the map, first from Stephanie's murder to the alley, then from the alley to the church, then to the Hapdale facility, then to where Bradford died. Finally, he drew a line from Bradford back to where Stephanie died. "Why would he go back?" Lyle said aloud before everyone realized. "Twins," James said as he placed the marker down "John, call your sister. Tell her to get out!"
            "I keep getting voicemail," Lyle said as he held up his phone. John tried the house number but it kept ringing. "Are we too late?" he asked, an almost paralyzing feel of terror in his voice. James shot a look to his watch. "We have about 25 minutes," he said as he made for the elevators "Lyle, I need you to drive fast." Lyle nodded and ran for the exit. "Let's roll," John said as he grabbed his coat and went to follow.
            "No, John," James said as he put his hand up "A blood descendant is all that's really required. You come, and you'll just double Croatoan's chances of succeeding."
            "You're not stopping me," John said as he shouldered passed James and followed Lyle, who made no effort to stop his partner. James bit his lip and followed, along the way the young cop with Amanda stepped out. "You're not suppose to leave," he said with wide eyes. "Tell Monroe I'm taking a really big dump," James said without stopping. Amanda didn't notice him leaving, and James knew he didn't have a second to spare to tell her goodbye.
            Lyle drove like a man possessed while John frantically kept alternating between calling Brittany's cell phone and house phone to no avail. Lyle grabbed a radio and called for all available units to converge on the house, knowing that no one was even close to the area because they were all at the apartments. Besides that, no one said a word, the deafening tension driving all three men mad because they knew what was at stake.
            "I don't mean to sound pessimistic," James said at last "But we're about to try and mess with a demon in the midst of his centuries planned ritual armed with two pistols and desperation."
            "So what are you saying?" John asked, not taking the phone away from his ear as he listened to the endless ring-back of the house number.
            "We need a plan or they'll find four dead people in that house."
            "What do you suggest?"

July 6, 2014

Demons Ascension - Monroe

[Posted by Ted H]

Workin on a side project that might net me an actual payday. Go figure, right? More info as it develops...


[Demons Ascension - Monroe]

            "I'm not arrested, am I?" James asked, yet again.
            "Still aren't in handcuffs, are you?" the officer responded, yet again as they walked into the station. James had been compliant with the cop once it was explained that they had picked up Amanda and brought her down for questioning. She was in police custody, which was infinitely better than Croatoan's.
            "I wanna see her," James said as they walked. The cop shook his head. "I'm under direct orders to hand deliver you," he said as officers watched and whispered as they saw James. "To who?" James wondered as they walked up the office door of the chief. "Oh, this is gonna be fun," James said as he rolled his eyes. The officer knocked on the door, opened it and motioned James inside. James looked back as he entered to see John, who had been tailing behind the whole time, having a quiet and heated argument with Lyle.
            The chief's office was small, even smaller when compared to the size of the chief who was spilling fat over his chair as he leaned on the desk scribbling something down angrily. He had graying hair with a bald spot in the back and a permanent scowl on his face. The only thing missing was a mustache. He was wearing a suit with the jacket draped over his chair and sweat stains in his pits. He did not look like a pleasant person.
            The desk was a mess of paperwork and case folders. The windows had their blinds closed tight and the walls were covered in newspaper articles, awards and a diploma. Despite the bitter cold outside, Monroe actually had a small swivel fan going. It would slightly ruffle some papers every time it blew by but not actually move anything.
            "Have a seat, Drake," he said without looking up, his accent was so heavy with Chicago that it slightly annoyed James to listen to.
            "That's Blake, not..., " James said as he walked over to the chair opposite the desk "You know what? You can just call me James." Monroe grunted and James was at a loss for what that meant as the phone rang. Monroe grabbed the receiver, picked it up for half a second before slamming it back down. He apparently wasn't taking any calls. They sat opposite for a moment as Monroe finished whatever he was writing, flipped the pen away and drew both his hands together on the desk. He then blew heavily out his nose and stared at Blake but didn't say anything.
            For a moment there was silence between the two men, only broken up by the whistle of Monroe breathing heavily through his nose. James shifted his head over and shrugged. "It's good to meet you finally?" he said "I know we've both had very busy schedules lately. This alone time we have together really breaks up the monotony of constantly running around after a vicious killer."
            Monroe sharply drew air in through his nose before closing his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink. He then exhaled before opening his eyes again. "I don't know how," he finally said "But whatever the hell is going on, I know for a fact that you're in it up to your eyeballs. You want to tell me how four of my guys ended up dead while trying to bring in one unarmed scumbag? Or how about the fact that two of the last three times this guy strikes, we find you right in the middle of it all?"
            "It's all part of a ritual," James said, choosing his words very carefully "This guy is trying to become a god, or at least that what he thinks will happen." No way he was convincing Monroe of something that he himself didn't think was possible a week ago.
            "I got my people out there with their body parts ripped out, looking like some fucked up modern art project, and you're telling me it's some deranged nut who thinks he's God?" Monroe screamed, spit flying from his mouth.
            "Not thee God, just a god," James said calmly.
            "You've got to be fucking kidding me. We already got one guy in custody who belongs in the nut house, now you're telling me he needs a roommate?"
            "Ritual killers can be easy to figure out once you factor what their MO is. Croa-, er, Crow's ritual requires precise location and timing."
            "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Monroe interrupted "Bradford's little star theory."
            "And Bradford's death gives us the fifth point of that star, all the exact same distance from the center."
            Monroe narrowed his gaze. "Alright hot shot," he said "Now that our boy Crow has his star, what now?"
            "My best guess is he needs his next target in the center."
            "And your little girlfriend we brought in is the next victim?"
            "Eventually. She's the only person Crow has associated with that isn't either dead or missing. If she's not next, she's definitely soon."
            "Well this Crow mother fucker isn't getting anywhere near her. He'd have to go through the entire force just to get within spitting distance."
            "We need to get her as far away from the city as possible."
            "She isn't going anywhere, and neither are you. I'm not convinced either of you are 100% clean in all this."
            "You don't understand, we need to move her, now, at least for the next twelve hours."
            "If he's dumb enough to come knocking around here, than it's his funeral.
            "You leave this girl here, everyone inside will be as good as dead."
            "We're done here," Monroe said as he got up and walked for the door. "Listen up!" he yelled as he walked outside. He yelled for every cop not doing anything vital to go to the apartments to apprehend Crow. He then kicked James out of his office and picked up his phone to make a call.
            James was allowed free to roam about so long as he didn't try to leave, a stipulation he felt was at least a slight infringement on his rights. they allowed him to see Amanda at least, so he'd let it go. Amanda was in a small waiting room with a young officer standing nearby. The officer looked about two days removed from the academy. Amanda lit up when she saw James enter.
            "What's happening?" she asked as she hugged him "Is Crow a murderer?" The young cop failed to suppress a laugh.
            "What's so funny?" James asked.
            "Crow a murderer?" the officer said "Get it?...Murder of crows?"
            "...And you're done talking, forever."
            "Yeah," James said, turning his attention back to Amanda "In the most simple way I can put it, Crow is the bad guy here."
            "So maybe he wasn't gay. Damn, you think you know a guy, and he turns out to be a serial killer. Was I next or something?"
            "We had...a strong reason to believe you were a target."
            "Awe," Amanda said, touched before asking "Wait, is that why you want me to leave with you? Because someone would want me dead?"
            "Um," James said, taken aback "There's that, but also because the commute to here from Syracuse is outrageous, I don't care how good the sex is."

June 29, 2014

Demons Ascension - Cocky Moron

[Posted by Ted H]



[Demons Ascension - Cocky Moron]

            "I'll drive," James said "You shoot." He climbed into the driver seat before John could even protest. "I got him, don't worry," John said just as Bradford's car was tossed out of the alley and into traffic, causing multiple accidents and a pile up. John climbed in the back as James took off down the other side where there were no cars. Croatoan leaped after, clearing the overturned car and ran after.
            "How's you aim in a moving vehicle?" James yelled as he pulled into oncoming traffic.
            "Better than yours," John said as he fired at Croatoan "Just don't crash into anything."
            James could not shake the demon in the oncoming lane, so he switched to the right side and tried to speed passed slower traffic. Croatoan kept pace by jumping on cars and easily cut down the distance. "I have an idea," James said as he began to taper off speed "You have another head shot in you?"
            "Whatever you're planning James, I swear to God it better work," John said as he reloaded. James cut in front of a truck who had also seen what Croatoan was doing and was speeding up to get away. James watch Croatoan easily jump well in front of the car and stand in its path, preparing to do again what he did to Bradford before.
            "That's right you cocky moron," James yelled as John hung out the window and lined his shot up. James floored the gas as he sped towards a waiting Croatoan. "Now!" he screamed as John fired, Croatoan taking another shot to the head as he stumbled backwards and did nothing to impede the incoming vehicle. Croatoan went up and rolled right over the car and landed awkwardly on the ground behind them. He was just attempting to get up when the truck from behind slammed on the brakes, but couldn't stop in time and rolled right over the unsuspecting demon.
            Other vehicles were caught off guard by the sudden truck stop and collided into it, causing yet another pile up. Croatoan ended up pinned by the truck and several cars. By time he collected himself and threw the vehicles off, James and John were long gone. He decided they were not worth pursuing and he had more important things to prepare for. He figured two mortals incapable of ultimately stopping him were of no concern at least until after his ascension.
            "Where are we going?" John asked as he climbed into the front passenger seat. "The apartments," James said.
            "We're going to where he lives?" John asked, not at all happy with the revelation "I thought we were trying to escape this guy?"
            "We need to get Amanda."
            "Look, I know you like her, but-"
            "She's next on his ritual list."
            "How could you even know that? No one could have guessed Bradford was next."
            "This guys real name is Croatoan. He's a demon from hell trying to become a god. He needs to make seven specific sacrifices in accordance to some ritual. He tried this before but failed in the eleventh hour when his final sacrifice didn't work out."
            "What happened?"
            "No one knows. But he's made sure everything required for his next attempt is perfect, making sure everything is where it needs to be at the perfect time. But with Amanda, he's kept close in a personal way."
            "If I were him, I'd make damn sure nothing went wrong with the final sacrifice this time around. Seeing me with Amanda last week must've really ticked him off."
            "So not only are we going to where this demon guy lives, but we're going to also attempt to kidnap his final sacrifice. I've seen him choke a man out with another man's small intestines just for shooting at him, I can't imagine what he'll do to us for messing with his ritual."
            "We get Amanda out of the city and Croatoan can't complete his ritual. What time is it now?"
            "We get Amanda out and we keep her alive past midnight. Then we can do our end-zone dance."
            "Great, thumbing out noses at a god-demon."
            "He's not a god yet."
            "Wait, Amanda's suppose to be the seventh and final sacrifice. Bradford was only the fifth. Who's number six?"
            "I don't know. He's already made his star points, I'd bet number six is in the center of it all, in the apartments."
            "That could be anyone in there."
            "Maybe the location of the final sacrifice doesn't matter, maybe Amanda is number six, it doesn't matter. We get Amanda out and hide her from Croatoan."
            It didn't take long to get to the apartments. "Wait here!" James said as he got out and ran for the entrance "Keep the engine running!" He ran under the scaffolding, trying not to notice that Marks paint job from before had burned away and Croatoan's name was once again in proud display. He made it to Amanda's room and franticly pounded on the door. No one answered. "C'mon," James said as he pounded again, then tried the handle to find the door unlocked.
            "Amanda?" he asked as he walked in and searched every room for her. The entire apartment looked unchanged from the last time James was in. The computer sat open, boxes unpacked and bed sheets tossed. "Did she even make it back?" he asked himself as he double checked everything, then immediately crossed the hall and kicked in Croatoan's door.
            There was hardly anything in Croaotan's apartment. The standard furnishings sat bare and unused, the kitchen as clean as possible and the windows were covered with thick curtains. The bedroom was empty of furniture and instead the entire room was covered floor to ceiling with a black substance that looked like melted candle wax but smelt like rotten fruit.
            James covered his mouth as he tore down the curtains in the living room for better light and searched about anyway for Amanda. She was nowhere to be found and he was growing worried. He thought maybe Croatoan abducted her and stashed her somewhere while he took care of the other sacrifices.
            He thought of returning to Dennys and asking someone there if someone had come for Amanda after he left or at least where Amanda went if she was still alone. He returned to the elevators and ran back outside to find numerous cops waiting for him with their guns drawn. John was behind them all with his hands up in confusion. "James Blake," the lead officer said as he holstered his gun and approached "You're coming with us. Keep your hands where we can see them."

June 22, 2014

Demons Ascension - Promise Not To Move?

[Posted by Ted H]

Pointlessly gore filled death scenes? Check.


[Demons Ascension - Promise Not To Move?]

            "You ok?" James heard Bradford scream as he felt dizzy, but conscious. "Blake, are you ok? Can you hear me?" Bradford yelled again. James looked out where he could and could see Crow walking away. "I'm fine," he said as he struggled to get out of the car. "Stay here," Bradford said as he easily got out and sprinted after Crow.
            "Wait," James stammered as he forced his door open and stumbled out. Bradford was already down the alley and screaming for Crow to freeze. "Bradford!" James yelled as he ran to catch up, the entire situation seemed wrong, as if they were being led by Crow. "Bradford!" James yelled again as he heard two loud gunshots.
            There were sirens of approaching cops in the air as James heard three more gunshots. He turned out of the alley and felt a knot in his stomach as he entered an empty lot. Constructions materials and equipment were strewn about as the city was planning to build on the land. "Bradford!" he screamed as he weaved his way through equipment looking for the cop.
            On the ground near some blood and bullet casings was a magnum pistol. James picked it up and checked the chamber; only one bullet remained loaded. "Bradford, say something!" James called out. He could feel that he wasn't alone. Croatoan was still lurking and was probably planning on finishing what he started before. "Headshots slow him down," James said to himself as he gripped the magnum and slowly made his way through the site. Dead or alive, he needed to find Bradford one way or the other before trying to escape.
            "Oh no," he breathed as he came across a torn up pile of clothing, all things Bradford was wearing. He followed a nearby blood trail to find Bradford laid out on a tarp covered pile of wood; His legs were straight and his arms outstretched like he was on a cross, and his chest was ripped open. His eyes were still fixed open, wide and colorless. His heart was gone.
            The approaching sirens were getting louder, making it almost impossible for James to hear approaching footsteps behind him, almost. He spun around and pointed the magnum as Croatoan stopped and smiled, a bloody dagger in his right hand and a mess of Bradford's blood on his mouth from when he consumed his heart.
            "Finished your little art project in the city I see," James said.
            "Not quite," Croatoan said, never losing that grin "But it's not like you'll be around long enough to see me complete my task."
            "The police found one of your boys. They moved him. Whatever you're doing, it's been disturbed. It won't work."
            The placement is key, but hardly static. It's more ceremonial than anything. You've stopped nothing. Unless of course you can make that one shot count."
            Croatoan was taunting him, Matthew said a headshot would only momentarily inconvenience the demon if anything, but Croatoan wanted to give him the false hope of a chance before killing him. James scoffed at the notion but kept up the charade. Croatoan didn't know that James knew what he knew.
            "One shot, huh?" James said, adding a little extra desperation to his voice for Croatoan "That doesn't seem fair, seeing as how this will be your second chance to off me."
            "Life isn't fair, Blake. But seeing how hopelessly doomed you are, I might as well have some sport in the moment."
            "What's to say you even have a weak point?"
            "Oh, everyone has a weakness. Is it right between my eyes? Or perhaps it's where my ice cold heart should be? Or maybe it's somewhere else?"
            "Promise not to move?" James asked, Croatoan was getting cocky.
            "I almost wish that gun was fully loaded. Tell you what, you've impressed me a little. I left you for dead back in Syracuse and yet here you are, aimlessly trying to stop the inevitable. I mean really, the two most powerful forces in existence, your maker and my own, both powerless to stop me. And yet here you are, a mere mortal, honestly thinking you can do what literal gods are limp to do anything about. It be endearing if it wasn't so irritating.
            "So when we're done here, Blake, after I've collected your soul and taken your heart, I'll hold onto you. For when my ascension is complete and I take my rightful place as god of this realm, you and I are gonna have some fun. I'll resurrect you, just to torture you for centuries on end, then, when your flickering soul finally gives out and you die, I'll bring you back and we can begin the fun all over again.
            "You see, your insistence on being in my way has earned you a special place in my kingdom. Whether or not you find that to be a good thing is up to you but rest assured, I'll manage to enjoy your tortured company. You will be held up as an example for all to see; Gods, mortals, demons and angels alike will understand the fate of those who dare oppose me. And I have been opposed for so long that you, dear Blake, will be the outlet of my frustration for these centuries of denied ascension."
            "So..." James said with a smirk "I take it you won't move on me when I shoot?"
            Croatoan glared at James a moment. "Arrogant and a snark, even at the end," he mused "Go on then, take your shot. One, final defiant volley against that of a god!"
            "You're not there yet, you self absorbed choke artist."
            "What did you call me?"
            "You messed up once, and you'll fall short again. I just need to figure out how."
            "What makes you think you'll even live long enough to try?"
            "Well, for one, I'm not dumb enough to take this shot."
            Croatoan then tensed up as he prepared to rush James. "And for two," James said "You should've realized that I can't go two freaking minutes in this town without a cop catching up to me. Croatoan was confused by that until he looked around and noticed a number of officers surrounding them. He then looked back to James who had a big grin on his face. "You shouldn't monologue so much," he said before diving out of the way behind a truck.
            Numerous officers screamed at a now furious Croatoan to freeze. Croatoan sprinted at a speed no one expected to where James had gone and overturned the truck with one arm. James was no longer there but the cops weren't patient anymore and started firing. Croatoan took every shot without notice and screamed "Blake! I will rip your spine out through your throat and shred your fucking soul into pieces!"
            Croatoan gave up on his search for James and instead decided to take out some frustration on the officers shooting at him. He covered an intimidating amount of ground in no time and ran for an officer, ripping his hands into the man's stomach, then began pulling his intestines out. He then continued to pull as he ran to a neighboring officer and began to strangle him with another man's guts.
            The other officers momentarily stopped shooting at the sight of the spectacle, some questioning the use of shooting someone that clearly did not care for the bullets, others opting to run away now while they still had the chance. Croatoan twisted and pulled the intestines tight on the officers neck until his struggles fades and he went limp. He then leapt to another officer who was trying to sneak in close, then began choking him with the same intestines.
            The officer whose guts were being used meanwhile was unfortunately still alive. He laid on the ground, arms in a spasm, while he pleaded for someone to kill him. He was groping for his dropped pistol and was unable to see from the agony. Every twitch and pull from his intestines sent a new wave of pain through him and he began to choke on his own rising blood and bile, eventually he decided to stop trying to void his mouth because choking to death was more favorable than the constant pain he had no escape from.
            The intestines Croatoan were using meanwhile had begun to tear and fall apart. The officer he was choking was gasping for air at every interval while Croatoan failed to salvage the organ as a viable murder tool. He decided there was no more pleasure to be had with it and instead chose to stuff the pieces of broken intestine down the surviving cops throat, taunting him as he struggled to either cough out or swallow the constant flow of innards.
            James had no intention of watching the wanton display of gore and violence and instead was concerned with sneaking his way out. As long as there were cops dumb enough to keep shooting and hold Croatoan's attention, he figured he could escape. "James!" he heard John calling and he made his way over. "Keep your voice down and let's get out of here," James said as he ran up to him.
            "What the hell was that?" John asked with wide eyes as they ran back down the alley.
            "Are we ready to start believing all the crazy nonsense I've been suggesting yet?" James asked right back as they sprinted towards Bradford's car. John had parked right at the entryway in the street.
            "I'm feeling a little more open minded," John said as James noticed all shooting had stopped. "What the hell though? Is he wearing kevlar? And how could he move that fast and rip that guy apart?"
            "He's immortal. A demon," James said, hardly able to believe his own words said out loud "I'll explain on the way. How'd you even end up here?"
            "I tried to get to you at the apartments before Bradford. I was in the area when he made the pursuit call. What happened back there?"
            "Bradford's dead. It was a trap, he was the next sacrifice."
            "What do you mean?"
            "Blaaaaaaaaaake!" Croaton bellowed from down the alley, his voice echoing as it took a clich├ęd demonic accent. "Oh, fuck," John said as he worked his way around Bradford's car "He's coming." Croatoan was sprinting down the alley at Olympian speeds as James mind raced for a way out. "Head shot won't kill him, but it might slow him down," he said as John readied his gun. "Good enough for me," he said.
            Croatoan made no effort to deviate his path as he came straight for the men. "You can make that kind of shot, right?" James asked. John didn't answer as he aimed, held his breath and fired, Croatoans head immediately snapped back and his body toppled over, rolling like a rag doll as his momentum carried him farther down the alley. Within seconds he was shaking it off and pulling the bullet from his skull. James and John had meanwhile ran out and made it to the car.

June 15, 2014

Demons Ascension - Chase Scene

[Posted by Ted H]

I already know what I'm gonna do for NaNoWriMo afraid, be very afraid...


[Demons Ascension - Chase Scene]

            James looked to Amanda and said "Start packing, I'll be back before you know it." Amanda smiled at him as he stood up and followed Bradford out the door, Bradford never even paying mind to Amanda. "Seriously," James said as they left Dennys "I have every intention to leave."
            "You haven't done anything to this point without a reason," Bradford said as he walked to his car. "Get in," he said as he unlocked the doors.
            "Am I being detained?" James asked as they climbed in and Bradford started up the engine. "I know you've been impersonating an officer," Bradford said "So I can defiantly arrest you if I wanted to."
            "I never personally said that," James said "People just kept making that mistake and I never corrected them."
            "What about impersonating a doctor, Dr. Blake?"
            "You heard about that one too? I didn't even know that one was illegal."
            "I just want you supervised. And I know you'll want to work this case firsthand so I don't have to worry about you disappearing on me so long as I'm going where the case leads."
            "Awe, so you do care."
            "I want to know what the girl has to do with this."
            "You mean besides my obvious benefits?"
            "There's a reason you were in that complex."
            Before James could answer, Bradford's phone rang. As he drove, he pulled it out and put it on speakerphone. "This is Bradford," he said.
            "It's Mangan," the phone said "Listen, the analysis came back on the contents of that John Doe's stomach. Hope you're not eating because this guy had eaten the heart of Father Nicholas Brooks. Finger prints match those found at the scene. He's defiantly the killer."
            "What about the other crime scenes?" James asked as he snatched the phone from Bradford "Fingerprints match from the other scenes?"
            "Um," Lyle said over the phone.
            "Go ahead," Bradford said.
            "No," Lyle said "All four scenes have different prints. But I've a bad feeling what these people are doing with the hearts."
            "Keep me posted," Bradford said and ended the call.
            "Are we ready to call them rituals?" James asked with a smile.
            "Yeah, yeah. what else can you tell me then?" Bradford said sarcastically.
            "The guy named Crow that John undoubtedly told you about? That's your mastermind. He's also the guy at crime scene number four."
            "If he's the mastermind, then why start killing now? Especially his own people?"
            "His own people?"
            "Our John Doe was found in a park, heart cut out like all the other victims. This was different though, he was killed somewhere else and moved to the park. Left there intentionally. We only found him last night. Found out about his connection to the murders more recently."
            "Probably killed in that basement bloodbath John and I found before I left the first time."
            "All that blood was bleached. Too many chemicals mixed in there for us to figure anything out. But what makes you think Crow is involved? Praque talked to him a few days ago and his alibis checked out."
            "I bet his excuse for this morning won't."
            "Guy has no priors. Hell, we can't even prove he existed before last week."
            "He resides in a low income dump and has had his little minions do everything for him until now. Of course he wouldn't have a record."
            "Is this a gut feeling about him or what?"
            "I bet you your John Doe lived in that apartment complex and is a known associate with Crow. That girl I was with would be one of probably many who could point that out. You don't even need to arrest him, just bring him in for questioning. You've got enough circumstantial proof to do that."
            Bradford smiled. "Praque was right," he said "You are smarter than you look."
            James laughed. "So you'll actually listen to me on this?" he asked.
            "I've had an APB out on him all morning," Bradford said "We managed to dig up some footage from Hapdale that featured someone who wasn't supposed to be there. Only got the side and back of his head as he walked by, but it seems close. On top of the sketch from that runaway nut and his connections to the John Doe, you bet your ass I want to have a face to face with him."
            "Nice. So where are we going now?"
            "How about we swing by an empty lot I got a hunch about?"
            "You mean because of the star pattern? Already checked it out. Nothing. And that was before we found out about the guy in the park. The park doesn't fit the pattern."
            "There is a pattern to these rituals. Maybe there's a different pattern that involves the other guys."
            "There were no prints at the Williams alley, so for all we really know, there are at most two killers. We already have one accounted for. But we are looking into the idea that there are four involved."
            "Alright Mr. I need proof, why four?"
            "Remember that fabric? And how it looked like the same that runaway from the church was wearing? Well some guys at the Property Crimes division got back to me about that. About a year ago a second hand shop was broken into. Not much was stolen except, among other inconsequential items, four gray trench coats."
            "Now if I were the one telling you that, you'd write it off as nonsense."
            "Yeah, well, it all seems to fit now. I'm not sure if I like it."
            "But what about Crow?"
            "Just want to talk. Preferably with him at the police station in handcuffs because according to Praque, he's creepy as fuck."
            "Good enough for me," James said as he looked out at the street and began to wish that he took some of that coffee from Dennys to go.
            "Holy shit!" Bradford screamed as he hit the brakes. Tires screeched as James held on and other cars honked. "What the hell, man?" James shouted as he saw Bradford's eyes almost bugging out of his head. James followed his eyes and saw Crow standing near the intersection in a gray trench coat. Crow looked back with some disbelief at James before turning and taking off down the next street.
            "Oh, I got you now!" Bradford yelled as he hit the gas and tires once again screeched as he took off after. As he turned the corner, James could see Crow had already gotten a steady lead. Bradford drove with one hand as he grabbed his phone with the other and called in his situation and where he was heading.
            "This guy is fast," Bradford commented as he pursued, every time he thought he was catching up with Crow, the man turned a corner and when Bradford made the turn, he was already up the street faster than any man should have been able to run. "I'll catch this guy, don't worry," he said as he continued weaving through traffic to keep pace.
            "We're heading west, aren't we?" James asked.
            "I think so, why?"
            "Don't you think it odd him showing up right now?"
            "All I know is we caught him right when we need to."
            "I don't believe in coincidences."
            After a few more blocks, Bradford began to make noticeable progress. "Yeah, you're getting tired, aren't you?" Bradford yelled as Crow turned into an alley at the last second.
            "Nice try," Bradford yelled as he turned to follow, but Crow was standing right in the way as Bradford barreled his car in. "Shit!" he yelled as he slammed on the brakes and James braced himself. Bradford was worried he was about to run over his suspect. James was worried because he suddenly remembered what happened to Rickey Kenton.
            As the car was about to hit, Crow threw both hands up, braced his feet and stopped the car dead in its tracks. Both airbags deployed and the rear of the car momentarily went in the air as all four tires went off the ground. The car violently dropped as Crow merely shrugged off the collision and casually walked down the rest of the alley.

June 8, 2014

Demons Ascension - Dennys

[Posted by Ted H]

...because who doesn't love them some dennys?


[Demons Ascension - Dennys]

            It was after 11:30 when James and Amanda finally left the apartment. A block away was a Dennys and the two were at a table in no time. James ordered the biggest pot of coffee available and Amanda requested tea. "So are you relatively new in town?" James asked "Cuz there were some unpacked items in your living room."
            "I've been here almost a year," Amanda said "I just, I dunno, never get around to finish unpacking. I have too much stuff, I only unpack something if I need it."
            "What brought you to Chicago?"
            "Fresh start I guess. I mean, I've had like three fresh starts in the last decade, but I was pretty sure this time would stick."
            "How many jobs have you had?"
            "I've had eight jobs, four boyfriends and three cats since I began...or, will it be five boyfriends?"
            "You're not very good at being subtle, are you?" James said as the waitress dropped off a cup of tea and a mug of coffee then took their orders. Amanda ordered some complicated dish that the waitress didn't bat an eye at. James, feeling unoriginal, ordered a grand slam.
            "Subtlety is no fun," Amanda said as the waitress left "The time I spend around some guys is short enough, I don't want to lose any time by doing a will-they won't-they dance. I like you, I knew you like me, I figured why not?"
            "Aren't you afraid I won't stick around?"
            "If you don't, then you don't. At least we got something good out of it while we could."
            "Interesting," James said as he drank from his mug "I like you for that."
            "I know," Amanda responded with a wink before she sipped at her tea.
            "I'm not really a cop," James suddenly decided to confess.
            "I still would have liked you," Amanda said without missing a beat "But if you're not a cop, why the interest in Crow?"
            "That friend of mine is a cop though, and he might have an issue with me telling you about Crow."
            "Why are you involved then?"
            "Added perspective. I don't think like a cop."
            "Are you even from Chicago?"
            "Nope. New York."
            "The city? I was there for a couple years. Which borough were you?"
            "Uh, upstate New York, not downstate."
            "How big a difference?"
            "Less personal respect, a lot more trees and an uncanny amount of rednecks for an area north of the Mason-Dixon."
            "When are you going back? After whatever case you're on is finished?"
            "Hopefully," James said as he placed his mug down and had an idea "I'd actually go back today if you're willing to come with me."
            Amanda stopped mid sip at that statement. She placed her cup down and maintained eye contact. "Go to New York, with you?" she asked as James nodded. "Ok."
            "Really?" James asked "Just like that?"
            "Yup. What's another change in scenery?"
            "I don't live glamorously."
            "Don't care."
            "My jobs are sporadic and prolly worse than yours."
            "Don't care."
            "The winters are crap and the summers unbearable."
            "Don't care."
            "What do you care about?"
            "That you're not a criminal, and you can't be if you're hanging around that cop so much, and that what you and I did back in my bedroom will become a regular thing."
            "What about your job now?"
            "I'll call right now and quit."
            "Let's go pack your stuff right now. We can be at my place before dawn tomorrow."
            "Then what, finally sleep?"
            "Later, I figure we could make a routine out of what we've done so far today."
            "Early morning sex followed by Dennys? I knew there was a reason I like you."
            James sat back with a smile as he raised his mug to drink. As he began to lower it, he spied the familiar black face of Bradford, flashing a smile of his own as he approached the table. "Here comes another real cop," James said as Bradford stood over them. "You need to come with me, Blake," he said as Amanda looked away from him and sipped her tea. "What if I told you I'm leaving for good this time?" James asked as Bradford shook his head.
            "You can either walk out with me now, or I bust out some handcuffs."