(AN: Hello everyone. Sir_RedFox here with my new horror/comedy cross-over story.
Presenting what I hope to be a fun, scary, enjoyable, wholy-shit-how-much-crack-did-this-guy-smoke story. Do know another chapter of this story will not be until August, at the earliest. The reason for this is that my main story focus is "The Long Hustle" trilogy.
It should also be noted that this story takes place between the second and the third season of Ash vs. Evil Dead on Starz.
As always, please leave a review if you can telling me your likes, dislikes, and what would make the story better. Please do inform me of any grammatical errors in this chapter so I can fix them as quickly as possible. Again, thank you all so much, and enjoy. -SirRedFox)
Prologue:
During the year of 1985, Professor Raymond Knowby and his wife Henrietta were reported missing during the early summer season. The Professor, and his wife were never found. Even more, no evidence was found, linking to their disappearance. Until the end of that summer.
When first reported missing, Professor Raymond Knowby was head of Ancient History. Friends and family recall Professor Knownby planning a summer vacation for him and his wife. A place of isolation to enjoy each other's company and for him to work on his independent research in solitude. It is reported, before his disappearance that Professor Knowby had found such a place, 90 miles from Elk Grove, Michigan.
Seven weeks after the Professor is reported missing, five more missing people reports were filed for five young college students. Similar to the Professor and his wife's disappearance, finding no evidence linking to their disappearance. The people of Elk Grove, Michigan, despite their best efforts, turned up empty-handed in discovering any of the missing people, live or dead. It was not till the summer's end of 1985, one of the reported missing stumbled into the city of Elk Grove, claiming to be the only survivor of the horrors he witnessed during that summer. The survivor's name, Ashley J. Williams
Ash, the survivor, had stumbled into Elk Grove in shocked and rough shape. His hair was three times the length since last seen and now had a full-grown beard. His attire was also bizarre to the people of Elk Grove. His clothes were torn and weary, a cloak wrapped around his body and held on by rusted chainmail, and rusted chest plate of armor dating back to the medieval age. Slung over his back was a double barrel shotgun sawed off at the ATF's legal length, and a modified grade 'A' chainsaw from SSmart superstore.
Medical examiners found faded scares on Ash's body. Scares that he never had before reported missing. The biggest eyesore though was the dismemberment of his right hand.
After hospitalized and well enough, authorities asked him to recall the entire events during the summer of 1985. Wanting every detail of what happened to Ashley and the four others after leaving Elk Grove in his yellow Oldsmobile Delta 88. Ash told the whole story from leaving Elk Grove and arriving at an isolated cabin in the woods.
Everything Ash told them sounded like the babbling of a madman to both authorities and doctors. Babbling on about a book, the demonic possession of his friends, fiance, and sister, to believing that this same Evil took possession of his right hand, having to amputate the Evil off. Ash went on talking about being sucked back in time to 1300AD, the Dark Ages. To finally waking up from the slumber the Wisemen put him under and wandering back to his hometown.
It was not until authorities went to the cabin Ash spoke of, to see if there was any truth to his story. There, they saw the bloody massacre of several dismembered bodies. The inside of the cabin was a complete wreck, and the wooden walls stained red with blood.
Ashley Williams was arrested and charged for all the dead found at the cabin. Since no hard evidence was found to convict Ash, and test proving that he was, in fact, not insane according to the State of Michigan, was released with all charges dropped.
But once word spread about the bloody massacre at the cabin, the people of Elk Grove gave Ash a fearful reputation, nicknaming him, "Ashy Slashely." Not able to withstand the ridicule of Elk Grove, Ash left. Which put the summer massacre of 1985, to rest. Until 1992.
In 1992, a group of teens, for fun, investigating the so-called cabin in the woods where the lore of Ashy Slashy was created. Instead, they found a box containing several voice recordings from an old Pansonic recorder. The tapes, once deciphered, were recordings of Professor Knowby and providing the only link to him and his wife's disappearance. Written below, is the recorded dialogue written, as best one can, in chronological order.
5/20/1985:
This is Professor Raymond Knowby of ancient history, log #2:
"I believe I have made a significant find in the Kandarian ruins, a volume of ancient Sumarian burial practices and funerary incantations. It is entitled 'Naturum De Montum', roughly translated: Book of the Dead. The book is bound in human flesh and inked in human blood. It deals with demons and demon resurrection and those forces which roam the forest and dark bowers of Man's domain. The first few pages warn that these enduring creatures may lie dormant but are never truly dead. They may be recalled to active life through the incantations presented in this book. It is through the recitation of these passages that the demons are given license to possess the living."
5/24/1985:
Professor Raymond Knowby, log #3:
"I have spent four days now, researching the Naturum De Montum. I have discovered that the book was written by those referred to as 'The Dark Ones.' There is barely any written history referring to The Dark Ones. The only data I have found, tells of two kingdoms, during the time of '1300AD,' forming an alliance to fight against, what they describe as, an 'Army of Darkness.' In their victory over Evil, they decided to hide and protect the Necronomcon against 'The Dark Ones' from using it's powers of Evil. Since then the Necromocon remained lost till my discovery of the book."
5/27/1985:
Professor Raymond Knowby,log #4:
"Continuing deceifering the text of the Necronomcon, I have discovered the belief that the book not only contains powers of raising the dead, but has the power to open portals. These portals can act like doorways to unimaginable possiblities. Doorways to past and future. Doorways to Hell and something described as the Upside Down, which I believe to be the book's referance to Limbo. Lastly, the book speaks of opening doorways to multiple different worlds. I will continue my studies in the morning."
5/28/1985:
Professor Raymond Knowby, log #5:
"It is the afternoon here at the cabin. 2pm to be excat. My wife, Henrietta, awoke early this morning and went for a walk in the forest. When she returned, she..." [silence and static]. "She returned to the cabin in a awreched state. Multiple cuts covered her in blood. Her clothes wear torn and had attated a few bruises. In her hestaria, she claims the trees of the forest attacked and defiled her. I tried to drive her to a near by hospital, but a fallen tree has destroyed the bridge we crossed to get to the cabin. Must have happened during the night. I have no choice but to care for as best as I can, here in this cabin."
5/29/1985:
Professor Raymond Knowby, log #6:
Morning at the cabin. 10am to be exact. Henrietta has broken out into a deadly fever. It has also come to my attention the formation of a thick mist outside. Though I don't know if my mind is playing tricks on me, or what I'm seeing is real; but the forest itself has come alive. The trees, vins, and bush have grown thick and surrounded the cabin. It's as if the forest has decied to trap us here.
6/5/1985:
Professor Raymond Knowby, log #7:
During my research of the 'Necronomicon,' I have mistakenly awoken something Evil. I know now that my wife has become host to a 'Kandarian Demon.' For her safety, but mostly for my own, I locked her in the cellar under the cabin. I've searched through Necronomocon for an answer to help her and have found one. I fear that the only way to stop those possessed by the spirits of the book is through the act of..." [silence followed by the sounds of tears] "bodily dismemberment."
6/6/1985:
Professor Raymond Knowby, log #9:
"Today, I discovered an S-Smart brand chainsaw in the tool shed. I pray, by this time tomorrow night, I will do what must be done. Releasing my Henrietta from this pain, this suffering, this Evil from my her."
6/7/1985:
Professor Raymond Knowby, log #10:
"In all my effort, I have failed my Henrietta."
6/12/1985:
Professor Raymond Knowby, log #14:
The Madness in this cabin grows. Grows because of this damn book. The last translation I made of the book, speaks of something called 'The Kardavian Dagger.' This dagger holds power over the 'Necronomicon' and can act as a key to the doorways I mentioned early on in my studies. The book also speaks of someone called the Jefe as being humanities savior from The Dark Ones. [Sigh...]. "It doesn't matter any more. Nothing does." [Hysterical Cackling Laughter heard in the background].
6/18/1985:
You Know Who, log #Fuck, I lost count:
I believe this will be my last log entry. I have lost all other options. I will try one time to free my Henriatta If anyone is listening to this, please rid the world, or worlds as said in the book, of this book.
Unkown date and log #:
[Unconprehendable screams. Sounds of what can only be a wild animal.] "I'll swoll your soul, you FUCKING WHORE!" [A mixture of screams and hystrical laughter. Woman screaming]. "Ashely!" [Loud gun shot being discarge. More laughing. The roaring of what sounds like a chainsaw. Loud high pitch screaming. Demonic voice]. "HELL WILL COME FORTH AND FEAST ON THE FLESH OF YOUR MORTAL SOULS!" [Static. Something slowly drips onto the floor. Another demonic voice]. "Nothing you do can stop us Jefe'. We will always find away." [Silence...].
Present Day...
Beverly trudges through the thick forest area, following right behind her nature guide of a boyfriend, Brad. On her back, she carries the extra large sleeping bag for the both of them. Her long blonde hair in a ponytail, her flannel button up shirt started showing wet stains of sweat, and her daisy duke cutoffs did nothing to protect her from insect bites and the abundant wild plant life.
She still couldn't believe she let Brad talk her into doing this, as their romantic getaway. What's wrong with a four-star hotel next to the beach, she thought as she swatted at buzzing and biting insects.
Brad found himself emerged in the wilderness getaway. He had an average muscle build with a thin waist and an army-style buzz cut. The clothing Brad wore seemed as if he was ready to explore the Amazon. Carrying their tent and other supplies on his back. Wearing short cargo pants and a button up with many pockets. A machete strapped to the backpack and small multi-tool on his belt.
Looking behind him, Beverly trudged through the thick brush to catch up. Huffing and puffing to catch her breath, while swatting away any insects around her.
"You okay back there?" asked Brad.
"I don't know how you talked me into doing this," she said.
Making it beside him now, Brad wrapped his arm around her in a loving manner and brought her in close. "Trust me," he said, "Once you see the area I picked out for us, you'll be thanking me. And imagine: A nice fire keeping us, while we explore each other's body laying on the large soft wool sleeping bag, and climaxing has you look up at the thousand bright stars with a few shooting stars if we're lucky."
Beverly pushing past him with a huff of annoyance. "As long as we get there before sundown," she said, traces of worry and fear in her voice. "This place gives me the creeps."
Brad, like some unthoughtful sorority douchbag, plays on Beverly's worries and fears to his own amusement. "Oh what got you so scared," he chuckles, while running his fingers up her back, imitating some kind of creepy crawly insect. Beverly swats his hands away, telling him to stop.
"You know," Brad says. "This is close to where Ashy Slashy murdered all his friends."
"Shut up," Beverly says, annoyed and angry. "That's not true. That's a tall tale that people of Elk Grove made up."
"Are you sure about that?" Brad asks, smug like and singing the infamous lore of Ashy Slashy, all the while Beverly continues ranting, asking him to stop. "Ashy Slashy, hatchet and saw" Brad song out. "Cuts off your head and skins you raw." Beverly, arms crossed not wanting to hear anymore, speeds up her pace away from Brad who only persists. "Ashly Slashy, heaven and hell, cuts out your tongue so can't..." Brad sneaks right behind Beverly, readying pouncing on her for a scare before delivering the last line. "YELL!"
Brad jumps behind Beverly and grabs at her sides. Beverly gives a short, but loud, high pitch scream. The fear in her makes her sprint forward to get away, only to stumble and fall to the ground. Brad stands over her, unable to control his laughter at her predicament.
Beverly crying out for him to stop laughing. Throwing clumps of dirt, rocks, and branches at him. She almost breaks into tears at his behavior.
Apologizing, Brad helps her to her feet. A clump of thorny vines on the ground catches his eye. Turning to look, he can see that it was more than a bundle of thorns. The vines intangled some square like object in the center of it.
Pointing out the object to Beverly and decides to be the first to investigate. Wrapped in the thorn bush, Beverly could see it was some old worn book. The book had the smell of rotten meat to it. Even worse, some kind of face resembling human skin, stretching over the book's cover.
Grabbing at the book, Beverly pulls to free it from the thorn vines. Pulling hard on the book, Beverly notices the vines only to tighten. With one hard pull, the book brakes free. The thorns wrap around Beverly's hand, leaving massive cuts against her palm and wrist and splattering blood across the book's cover.
Beverly, in haste, dropping the book and clasping her right hand over her bleeding left hand. Yelping in pain at the cuts and lacerations on her hand. Brad, handkerchief in hand, runs over to bondage her bleeding hand.
Off to the side, lay the book Beverly pulled from the thorns. Her blood smeared across the ugly looking cover. The book absorbs Beverly's blood, like dry cloth consuming water poured on the fabric.
Blood is life, and Beverly's blood made the book come alive. The mouth opening wide while wheezing as if gasping for air. The awful human skin, moving as if roaches were skittering under the cover. The book's movement caught Beverly's attention.
"Do you see that," she said with wonder.
"See what?" Brad said, still tending to Beverly's bloody hand.
Getting up from the ground, Beverly walks over to get a better look at this now living book. She ignores Brad's questions and concerns, forcing him to follow her for once.
Both kneel down at the book, still looking like it was gasping for air. Before Beverly had a chance, Brad grabs the book. Holding in his right hand as he turns the book over and under and upside down examing the book.
"It looks like its pulsating" Brad said.
Looking at the book, pulsate, Beverly could feel the touch of something caressing down her arm and giving a firm grip on her wrist. Beverly couldn't help but feel annoyed. Brad choosing now, as the time, to start feeling her up.
"Will you stop it, Brad," Beverly said. "Now's not the time."
"What are you talking about?" asked Brad, still examining the book.
"I can feel you..." Not knowing how else to say it, "feeling me up with your free hand."
"Bev," Brad says as he turns to her. "I'm not doing anything to..." Brad fell silent. Looking at Beverly, a low hanging vein moved as if having a mind of its own. The tree vein reminded him of the vines from that old movie he watched as a kid. The one where everytime someone rolled the dice on the board, some jungle character would come to life in their world, staring that Robin Williams actor.
Like a viper striking at its prey, the vines, in a quick instant, wrap around Beverly and shot her up into the tree branches. She screams a horrifying cry of fear as she is pulled up and up into the thick branches. Brad screams her name as she is pulled up. What else was there to do? She was already too far up for him to grab her and bring her back down.
Brad tries not to hesitate, looking around, trying to figure out what to do. He could climb the trees with the machete and chop at the vines that took her. He could call for help, though telling 911 operators that trees have swallowed his girlfriend, didn't sound too convincing.
From out of nowhere, Brad hears 's cackling laughter. Looking around Brad didn't see anyone there. Calling out to whomever it was for help. He never noticed before, but a thick mist surrounding him, unable to see anything. The laughter, he heard it again though couldn't see where it was coming. Brad, calling out to, whoever it was, begging for their help.
"I'll help swallow your soul and fuck you in hell!" came the loud raspy voice. Brad shook in fear, hearing the voice. From where he still did not know. "You who, down here," the voice said. Brad looking down and realizing he still had the book in his hand. Only now the book was completely different. The eye's on the book's cover glowing red like hot embers, and if Brad didn't know any better, he would swear the book was looking right at him.
"HELLO, FUCK BOY!" The book said to Brad and bit down hard on his hand.
Brad screams in pain, feeling the books teeth pierce right through his hand. Teeth? The damn book actually had teeth, and it had three of Brad's fingers lodged into its mouth. Brad, screaming in pain, fling his arm around in hopes of the book letting go. He even tried whacking the book up against the nearest tree, as hard as he could, all efforts to no avail.
Brad ran to his bag, retrieving and unsheathing the machete. Putting the book to the ground and wedging the sharply pointed blade into the mouth like slit of the book. Hoping maybe, maybe, wedging the book's mouth open and pulling his fingers free. With all his effort, the book barely move. It was like trying to get his fingers out of a steel-iron bear trap.
Finally, he could see the mouth start to open. Just a little more and his fingers would be free. Hoping and praying he doesn't lose his grip on the machete and have the mouth come slamming down on his hands again. With one quick and hard pull, Brad's fingers rip right out of the book's mouth. Brad couldn't help but shake in pain and fear at the mangled condition of his hand. Where there once was skin, was no more. His three fingers barely had any muscle on them. All the while, the book, this evil laughing and mocking him.
Using his last handkerchief, Brad up his blood soaking hand. Looking up into the thick tree branches, he calls for Beverly's name. Brad could hear the sound of breaking tree limbs. From above, he could see Beverly falling, with speed to the ground, screaming the whole way down. Running, Brad opens his arms ready to catch her. Catching her, the two of them knocked to the ground. Brad helps Beverly up, examining her to see if there was any significant damage to her.
"Bev, are you okay?" Brad asked. "Are you hurt in any major way?"
Beverly looks at her boyfriend. "Oh, Brad," she says. "You saved me. Oh God, you saved me," she says, like some damsel in distress rescued by a hero.
Beverly wraps her arms around Brad's neck and gives him a passionate kiss. She doesn't stop there. Beverly rubs her hands up against his chest, continuing to kiss him lower and lower, till she was at crotch level with her kisses.
Brad had to admit, he was enjoying such affection from her. Making him almost forget about the circumstance they were in. "Brev," Brad said. "We can't do this now. We got to get out of here and get to a hospital or something?"
"Not before I give this hero his reward," she says. Beverly unbuckles Brad's belt and pulls down his pants and underwear. Brad continues telling her no until he feels her tender hands around his hard shaft and balls. Giving him such a good feeling, not even remembering why he wanted her to stop in the first place. Brad was enjoying the moment until he felt the hard, painful tug of his genitals.
Screaming in pain, Brad looks down to see what new form of torture has bestowed upon him. There, kneeling on the ground was Beverly with Brad's blood-soaked balls in one hand and his torn off cock in Beverly's other hand. Between his legs, where his manhood once was, was nothing but an empty stain of blood.
Looking away from his crotch and back at Beverly, Brad can see she has gone through some transformation. Her teeth have turned yellow and now looking as pointed and sharp like corn cob pikes. The veins in her head, pulsating so hard he could see every one of them. The most damning thing was that her eyes have turned pure white like marbles. Beverly, lets out a horrifying high pitch scream, a scream that seemed ungodly. She threw her right hand up at Brad, hitting him under his jaw and knocking him into the air and several feet back.
Beverly stands up, dropping what was once Brad's favorite plaything, and letting them merely plop to the ground. Oh, all the tremendous sexual experiences Brad once had with his cock and balls. The first time masturbating to Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model addition. Oh, what fun memories.
Beverly walks over to the book the two lovebirds first stumbled upon. Beverly now knows what book this is, or rather the Evil that has taken control of her and turning her into some kind of Deadite knows. The Necronomicon, the Book of the Dead. This Beverly walks over and picks up the Book of the Dead, lifting it above her head. Dark clouds above covered the sky, swirling right overhead where Deadite Beverly stood. Lighting and thunder roar, while Brad only continues screaming in pain on the side. Beverly opens her mouth wide in a way that is impossible for a human to do. The loud cracking and breaking of her jaw bones, so her mouth can open wider. Slowly, she lowers the Necronomicon down into her mouth. Something that a python, or an anaconda, do in the jungle when devouring its prey. The book slid down her throat. Her neck reshaping its self to accommodate the sizeable rectangular shape of the book. Listening carefully, one could hear her organs reshaping and bones breaking to make room for the book.
Now, the Book of the Dead, literally safe inside the belly of the beast, Deadite Beverly turns her attention back to Brad screaming in pain. From the overwhelming pain and lack of blood, Brad had become delirious to understand what was happening. He did notice Deadite Beverly walking towards him in her Hellish look. Unable to get to his feet, Brad scotched back across the ground.
"Beverly," he said. "What the Hell has gotten into you!? Stop." His words proved useless to her. Scooting back, he felt something nudge at his head. Leaning his head back he could see it was the machete handle. Grabbing the machete, Brad points it out at Beverly, demanding that she stop. The Deadite Beverly continues walking toward him, letting the machete blade pierce her stomach and all the way through her. Such a sight terrified Brad even more. "Beverly!? What the hell is-"
Before Brad could say another word, Deadite Beverly rams both her fist into his mouth, breaking some of his teeth in the process. In one motion, Deadite Beverly jerks her fist apart, causing Brad's head to explode into several different directions. Done having her fun, she stands up and pulls the machete out of her stomach, as if it was nothing more than a thorn in her thumb.
Lifting up her head, Deadite Beverly sniffs at the air. She catches a whiff of a familiar scent and turns in that direction. A smell every Deadite has come to know and despise. A blended scent of motor oil, cheap cologne, and bad hair dye. A scent coming from the town of Elk Grove. Beverly starting walk towards the smell, hoping to find and finally kill "The Jefe.'"
Deadite Beverly gives a loud, angry and annoyed shout in her hellish voice as she starts towards her destination. "Ashely..."
(AN: This Prologue is nothing more than the striking of the match that will light the first fuse. It also helps those not too knowledgeable of The Evil Dead lore. In the next chapter we find out, just how exactly how these two worlds cross over.
Also, feel free to check out my other writings: "The Long Hustle" trilogy and "The Good, The Bad, and The Wilde"
Again, if possible, please leave a review telling me what your likes, dislikes, hopes, and what your overall opinions are for this chapter. Your comments make me want to make things better for you, the reader. Until next time, SirRedFox signing off.)