Disclaimer: No I do not own Evil Dead, Army of Darkness, or the characters of the movie's, or places mentioned (city, town, state, province), all tho I own copies of each movie and some choice merchandise, my grandfather did own a 1973 Oldsmobile, all characters that I think of will be noted at the end of the chapter they appear.
AN: Takes place about 10 years after Army of Darkness, I decided not to number this due to other's doing it and my hope of an Evil Dead IV. I have had this idea for some time and just wanted to do Sam and Bruce justice, in which I hope I do, also I have LD or as it is now called AD (for more info check my profile.) So forgive for som bed spalling.
ANPS: Evil Dead is one of my favorite movie sagas (note not trilogy hope for a forth) because it is all ruled by a book so it has no rules, all three have a different twist to the last and AOD was one that helped inspire a life long love of all things comedy, I perform stand up and have a bit about the movie's.
We come upon Ash siting at a bar holding a glass of clear brown liquid with two ice cubes in it. "My name is Ashley J. Williams, or at least it was. Let me start from the beginning.
Almost 13 years ago is when it all started, my sister, two of our friends, and I went out to a small cabin on the out skirts of Detroit Michigan that's when we found it 'Necronoicon Exmortus' the book of the dead. Older than time, inked in blood and bound in human flesh, it contend bizarre barrel rights, funerary incantations, and demand resurrection passages, it was never meant for the world of the living, it awoke something evil in the woods and it came after us, I escaped... barley.
One year later my girl friend and I went out to a different cabin once agin finding the book, it was brought to this place by a Professor and his wife to study it. Evil had already gotten to them before we got their, after it got to my girl it came after me. It got in to my hand and made it go bad, so I chopped it off at the wrest. With the help of the Professor's daughter we got rid of it, but the portal that sucked it up also did the same to me. Sending me to around 1300 AD. I helped those 'primitive screw-heads' defeat the Deadites, and they sent me back to my own time.
Back in my own time I started back at my old job at S Mart in house wares, even after it was attacked by a left over Deadites they thought all my story's where crazy delusions, so I left the town and fore others eventually ending up as a bar tender in Andrew Alberta Canada, a farming town, going by the name Andrew Campbell. Campbell was a name I thought of on my travels, Andrew was a kid at S Mart, the only one who never looked at me differently when I toled him my story, probably why I drawn to this butt fuck town."
A tall, thin man, with dark blond hair, in a plaid shirt and faded blue jeans, "I need a man that can use a chain saw and a shot gun!"
"Yea, the story's still follow me, but know one knows my real name."
The man sat beside Ash, "Still trying to fined that... what's his name? Andy?"
The man looked at him crossly, "Ash!"
Ash nodded his head, " Oh, right. Sorry Shawn."
Shawn sighed. "What ever, I still believe the remorse about him being hear. Evan if he was, he would be gone after hearing the news."
Ash rased an eye brow at him, "What news?"
Shawn looked around to make suer no one could hear him, "They found the Necronomicon."
Ash spit out his drink he just sipped, "What!?"
Shawn waved his hand to quit him, "They found the Necronomicon."
Ash looked at the gloved gauntlet that was his right hand, "I... uh... thought that was all bull shit." He had started to wear leather gloves to hide the artificial hand
Shawn shook his head, "Most other people did too, but some are looking at it as the real deal."
Ash was trying not to look suspicious, "Hay Shawn, do you think you could take over for me for the rest of my shift? Not feeling so good right now."
Shawn looked at him, "Yea, I don't have any plans for the night."
"Thanks, I may need tomorrow off too." Ash said as he left for his apartment, not really caring what the answer was.
When he got to his apartment he turned on his 27" TV, their it was, they had
found it, that damned book and were preparing to translate it by a Professor in New Jersey.
Ash went to look in his closet to fined his weapons, he had always thought that it would happen again and decided to go with less weapons more amo method. Over the year's he had acquired: a Desert Eagle, two Glock 18s, a Barrett M82, and of course his Remington double barreled shot gun and chain saw.
He looked out his window at his1973 GM Oldsmobile, "Glad I got you back to normal." Ash said as he left his apartment. He loaded his weapons in to the front sear of his car and started it to begin his long trip to New Jersey.
A man who looked like he was in his mid twenty's dressed in cargo pants, a gray tee shirt, and a welder's cap, looked up from his work bench, when a shiver that ran up his spine. "It's been found again. Nothing good ever came from that book, not even me."
AN: Shawn and the man are mine.
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