Well, since it's the week of Halloween. I might as well try to make a anthology series. Mainly as a small "for fun" side story.
TWIST: Some tokusatsu monsters will be used here... but it's up to you to figure out who it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own V/H/S and any mention of the tokusatsu villains or monsters mentioned here, they belong to Toei and Ishinomori Productions.
The Fatal Contract
(V/H/S-style story)
Note: Video Conference of Boston Syndicate Hit Man.
Alias: Jake Sullivan.
Note: Sullivan is not known to any FBI databases.
Background: Marksmanship leads to speculation that "Jake Sullivan" could possibly be of either SWAT background or Scout Sniper background. In addition, knife attacks from recorded show proficient expertise from Sullivan, strongly suggesting he is of military background.
I used to be a hit man for the local crime syndicate in Boston. I have done it all, my boss was slightly paranoid, but it paid the bills for me. However, the Boston boss, we'll call him Rooney was one of my best clients. Bookies, cheating husbands, trust fund kids, rival Mafia bosses, I done it all.
However, I was getting too old for this crap. Retirement plans were not too common unfortunately, but Rooney was insistent. He paid a shit-ton of money in cash and guess the job. Taking the life of a former member of Rooney's inner circle. A simple assassination, that's all.
The pay-out: 1000 Grand.
How I wish someone else took that job...
Place: Coastal Town, MA.
The car stopped near the entrance of the coastal town, known by its decrepit title: Mouthington. It seemed like a old coastal town that seen better days. The general grocery stores seemed to have been new, but it feel into disarray.
Sullivan: Alright, I need that camera ready. Bring it over, Kid.
It's placed on their chest. A technician helped out with it.
Kid: Alright, alright. Why does Boss Rooney wants a camera? My name is Jackson.
Sullivan: Apparently, this former member, I think his name was Connor I think? Connor apparently was getting involved with some strange shit.
Kid: That's why he wants him dead? Seems petty.
Sullivan: He's paranoid about a few things. Let's just go. The sooner, the better.
They walk through the town entrance, dealing with rude locals. Some even throwing bottles at them. One local looked overweight, the second local looked lanky and had some ritual tattoos on his arms.
Local 1: GET OUT OF HERE! WE DON'T WANT OUTSIDERS!
Local 2: LEAVE NOW! IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A JOB, THERE AREN'T ANY! GIT OUT!
Kid, being a former boxer was getting agitated by these coastal pricks. He readying his southpaw stance, but Sullivan would quickly stop him.
Sullivan: KID. We cannot attract attention. We simply find Connor, kill him and dump his body. Can you at least remember that?
Kid: Okay, okay.
Sullivan: What do you say?
Jackson/The Kid faces the locals, plus trying to keep his composure.
Look, we're gonna leave after our business is done, okay?
Local 2: Make it quick, townie. The Esoteric Society ain't liking this. But... I recommend some protection, especially on this night.
Sullivan: We'll be quick about it. Don't worry.
Kid and Sullivan were quickly scouring through town, then went into the town square. However, Sullivan tries remembering where Connor's whereabouts were. He was asking around, but gets rebuffed. However, one businessman, a former partner of Connor spills it.
Businessman: Check out Southern Cross Ave. I remember Connor using that as a second home. It's the Esoteric Society's church.
Sullivan: Hmm…. Southern Cross Ave.
Businessman: I warn you though. Something fucked up is going on in there. I don't know what, but I'm packing up.
The businessman has a few suitcases already packed up.
Businessman: If I see you again, maybe we can go into business together.
Sullivan: I'm retiring soon.
Businessman just leaves for his car, but the camera doesn't show it.
Kid and Sullivan simply look for the Esoteric Society Church. However, they make small conversation.
Sullivan: Kid. I wonder why, why did you get involved with Rooney?
Kid: My boxing career was starting to fizzle out, plus I needed extra money to leave Boston.
Sullivan: Not many job opportunities outside the city, though.
Kid: Somewhere up north like Vermont would be great, plus I heard Rooney's organization reaches there. It's mainly protection money, that's all.
Sullivan: Not bad, not bad at all, Kid.
Kid: What about you? What's your stake aside from retirement?
Sullivan: I'm simply getting too old for this shit, plus guys in my line of work don't have a long life-span. I'm just getting out before the real shit hits.
Kid: Damn. How long did you this?
Sullivan: Try 25 years. Wait, I see the church.
The Esoteric Society Church looked like a perversion of a real church. Its spires resembles cuttlefish to an extent. Plus the face was that of some yellow-suited fellow. It unnerved them, but they had a job to do.
Sullivan and Kid go into the back, seeing a priest's abode and seeing a lot of cult-like crosses and a Dagon-like symbol. Kid is creeped out, but Sullivan tells him to cool it.
They investigate the entire room, Kid knocking over a few things on the priest's desk by accident and then sees the title on the desk which reads:
"Fr. Connor Marsh"
Kid: It looks like Connor was getting involved in cult shit. But wait a minute, why would he be involved with this? Is this why Rooney wants him dead?
Sullivan: To tell you the truth, it happened about several months ago.
Connor was sent to collect protection money from a local grocer, but something strange happened. The grocer was being tailed by these green-robed cultists wielding sabers and from what Rooney told me, it was some arcane language.
Kid: Connor, how did-
Sullivan: He shot them, but one of them grabbed his head, then some spoke incantation to him. After that, Connor started scarring himself with cult symbols and all that. In addition, he was killing off rivals, leaving a scar on their foreheads. Rooney was getting freaked out, then the guy runs off and last I heard, he's here.
Kid: We pretty much kill him at this point.
Sullivan: Simple as that.
Kid: Let's go then. Kill this guy and leave this hick town. This place is just... wrong.
They find the door out, but it is locked. Kid simply breaks the door down and sees that a cult sermon is happening. In the center, they see Connor, all in cult attire. Green robes, scars on his face and wielding some sort of ritualistic scimitar, fit with Dagon-like handle.
Sullivan: THAT'S HIM. What the hell is he doing? What language is that?
Kid: I don't know, but I have a feeling something shitty is gonna happen. Wait, what's he doing with that sword?!
Connor is going into some incantation circle, surrounded by citizens, but some of them have some deformities. One swore he saw tentacles coming from his feet.
Sullivan: Alright, we take him. You go to the right, I'll take out any stragglers.
Kid would flank to the right, armed with a shotgun. He would flank to take out the remaining cultists.
Sullivan would take aim with his pistol and aim at Connor speaking in some arcane language. He then recites from the Esoteric Society's bible. Sullivan comes in closer, then takes aim and FIRES two bullets into Connor's leg.
Kid: HEY, FREAKS!
He unloads several shotgun rounds into some of the cultists, but one of them was strong enough to shrug off bullets, he then took the Kid's head and smashed it into the chairs several times.
Sullivan: THE HELL?!
fires on the strong cultist, but he's shrugging them off.
GO DOWN!
He keeps firing until he has to reload. The camera is still rolling... the cultist's human face is starting to crack apart, revealing slight tendrils.
The cultist finally goes down after two head shots. Sullivan then opens fire on Connor who is speaking some eldritch incantation and then raised his scimitar up and high. Almost as if he's gonna stab himself.
Sullivan: Fuck this! Forget the confession.
Sullivan opens fire on Connor who slumps down, bleeding out. His robes were discolored red, leaking into the floor.
Kid: Oh, fuck…. My head…. Man, he's strong.
Kid's face is pretty bruised up, but nothing a hospital can't handle.
Suddenly, Connor's body is convulsing. Almost as if it's a bad seizure, then his hands are destroyed, tentacles are coming out of his body, his head caving in and revealing some eldritch monster…
It's almost as if he gave his body as a vessel.
Sullivan: What the fuck!?
Kid: KILL IT!
The Connor Monster is slowly starting to evolve, then tries roaring. However, Sullivan starts firing upon Connor until it's getting pissed off.
Sullivan: This thing isn't dying! Damn it!
Kid: Wait a minute, that weird sword of his! It's right by him. Sullivan, keep shooting at him.
Kid takes the scimitar away and then slash some of its tentacles, hurting it. It reels back from the pain.
Kid: It hurts it!
Sullivan: Kill it!
Kid: Alright!
Kid slashes at the Connor monster's tentacles until they all are severed.
Sullivan: It's still vulnerable! Keep at it!
Sullivan is reloading and now unload his round on the monster's head.
Kid: DIE!
Kid aims at the head, making a clean cut. The head falls off, weird-colored blood is seeping into the circle.
Sullivan: It's… over. It's over.
Sullivan exhales because it's now over.
Little did they notice, the blood was leaking into a circle, the symbol in the front of the altar.
The symbol started glowing…. Suddenly a earthquake arrives, making parts of the church fall apart.
Sullivan: WHAT THE HELL?!
Kid: We need to get out of here!
Both hit-men quickly run out of the church, but they see the entire town shaking. The townsfolk revealing tentacles underneath their coats. They are just standing there, waiting for something, almost as if they are completing some ritual.
Kid: What the hell are wait waitin' for?
Sullivan: Let's just keep moving!
They were running throughout the town of Mouthington. They got to the entrance, but the earthquakes stopped and they saw behind them… the town was being enveloped by some giant entity… it had webbed claws, it made a unsettling roar.
Sullivan: FUCK! Get in the car!
They quickly got into the car and Kid sees the entire city being swallowed up and they get a brief glimpse of the monster, resembling some humanoid snake that breathes fire. Its flames resemble a mushroom cloud.
Kid: The hell was that?!
Sullivan: I don't know, but retirement sounds real good right about now.
Kid: We need to tell-
Sullivan: No. We cannot say this to anyone. Plus you want the police on our asses?
Kid: But-
Sullivan: No buts. If this shit leaks back, I say get somewhere in Vermont. A quiet mountain town.
Kid: Alright...
We came back and told Boss Rooney what happened over there, but kinda laughed it off.
He was glad Connor was dead and then gave me my retirement money.
The Kid and I went our separate ways after that. He was going up north and his first job was collecting money from some weird sect...
TWO WEEKS LATER
Rooney and his inner circle were massacred... from what I heard, it was some animal attack... but what animal rips its prey in half and leaves the heads alone?!
One day later. The Kid was massacred in a brothel by some whores... I don't know the details nor I do want to.
I quickly purchased a fake identity and made my way to Nantucket Island. Settled in a small village, I retired for good. However, I know there was something uneasy about the job...
What did I unleash?
Some entity that came of out H.P. Lovecraft? No... No. It can't be. All it was some freaky cult shit that Connor got involved with. But why? Why? Was it the fact that he was stuck in his current position? No... he didn't look like it, but he was satisfied with it...
You know what... forget it.
I am retired and from what it looks like, I might be spending the rest of my life here. It's not a bad place, just have to get used to eating fish.
Huh... what's that shaking?
Sullivan takes the camcorder and then sees a gigantic hump and there... it reveals a gigantic snake head, resembling a Rhino Viper and it rose up from the depths... it had a red frill... it breathed the same mushroom cloud fire.
Sullivan: WHAT THE FU-
The Snake Demon smashed its fist into where Sullivan was standing... then he kept running and the Snake Demon was launching all types of fireballs into the town...
Sullivan: FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Sullivan takes out a spare pistol and empties his last clip before the camcorder runs out of power...
/Tape Ends - Static Inducing/
THE FOLLOWING EVENTS OCCURRED:
A GIANT UNKNOWN, BUT REPTILIAN ENTITY WRECKED AND SUNK PARTS OF NANTUCKET ISLAND.
ONLY A FEW HUNDRED SURVIVED.
SCIENTISTS HAVE GATHERED SAMPLES, BUT ULTIMATELY INCONCLUSIVE FINDINGS.
So guys, what do you think?
Plus give constructive criticism. I want to make these horror stories a decent read.