The DVX Demon
He awoke with a shudder; his head painfully throbbing in rhythm with his heart. Tiny still had no idea where he was, but it was damn cold. Not to mention the stench. The room smelt horrible, and that meant only one thing. Little Tommy was or had been here too. Tiny opened his mouth and yelled, but his mouth never opened. He was still frozen on his knees in that same ridged position. And the worst part was that nothing was holding him there. He just couldn't move. His eyes searched the darkness for the figure, wandering seemingly without aim. But he knew he was there; ha always was. Tiny noticed a metal canteen lay before him, and hoping against all hope, he reached for it. His arms, as if he was only partially in control, extended in quick abnormal movements, and as his fingers slowly grasped the cold steel, his lips quivered in anticipation. He hadn't had a drink in what felt like days, and he didn't care whatsoever how the canteen had gotten there. His arms jolted upwards against his will, canteen in hand and out of his vision. Slowly, he felt his hands twist unnaturally back. Loud splintery cracks resounded through the room; but Tiny felt no pain. A stream of liquid reached his bald head, and he was soon being languidly coated.
If only Tiny could smell anything other than Tommy, he would have known he was giving himself a Santana DVX bath.
The liquid dribbled into his eyes, and suddenly the figure was before him, cloaked in a turtleneck and hood. The figure lifted its arms, uncurling its twisted white fingers. Tiny, frozen both in horror and in body, soaked in Santana DVX, remembered his crew, among them his secret lover, and wished only to be in their arms one last time. The figure's deathly white hand convulsed for an instant, froze in place, and a single flame materialized on the end of the left hand's middle finger. Slowly, the flame traced down the finger, to the palm of the hand.
For an instant, all was still.
Instantaneously the hand began to convulse, and that solitary flame burst to encompass the whole left arm, which began convulsing as well. The hand turned towards Tiny's face, and for an eternity it crept forward… until, all at once, the flames leapt to Tiny. The Santana DVX immediately lit ablaze, encompassing Tiny's enormous body in a deep red as he fell limp to the floor. As Tiny drew his final breath, a solitary sound penetrated his ears.
The sound of a flute.
