SOMETHING TWISTED THIS WAY COMES
By FAH3
3. Death is a B****
Sheila "Shego" Knowby was still trying to translate the lost pages of the Necrinomicon by using her pen light as Drew drove down the old dirt road of the Tennessee woods. It was getting pretty late as they drove, but Shego remembered when she and her family used to come up here when they were all younger. For a while, she had considered the cabin a second home. With the light from the headlights, she was able to recognize old landmarks that let her know that they weren't far from the bridge that would take them across the gorge. For as long as she could remember, that thing always scared the living pants off of her. She had faced super villains, super heroes, mercenaries, commandos, jumped out of planes, fought against aliens, and flew in space, and it was a giant hole in the ground that still scared her.
"Aren't you getting car sick?"
"What?" Sheila asked as she looked up from her notes.
"I was just wondering if you were okay. When I try to read something in a moving vehicle, I get car sick." Drew said to her.
"Well, I'm not you." Sheila said as she returned to the pages. "This is weird."
"What is it?" he asked her.
"There are two incantations here. One is to summon some spirit into the flesh."
"Into the flesh?"
"Bring it fully into our world. The second incantation is to open some sort of portal. But what spirit could it be talking about?" she asked herself.
"Hasn't your father sent you anything about what's in the book yet?"
"Nothing. Every time he buries himself into something, it's like he blocks out the rest of the world." Sheila said as she continued to translate.
Sheila was violently lurched forward as she heard the screech of the brakes locking and the tires dragging along in the dirt. The only thing that kept her from bashing her forehead against the dashboard was her seatbelt as it locked and tightened against her. When the car came to a complete stop, Sheila glared at her boyfriend and could feel her fists beginning to glow. Boyfriend or not, she was ready to burn every single hair off of his head.
"What the hell did you do that for?" she asked him.
"Look ahead." Drew said as he undid his seatbelt and got out of the car.
Sheila impatiently undid hers and flung it to the side as he glared at Drew. As she climbed out of the car, she was ready to start calling him all the names she had used when they were still super villains when she saw what Drew was talking about. There was an old, and very beat-up pick-up truck in front of them that lit the road ahead with its headlights, along with theirs. The light allowed them to see that the bridge had been completely destroyed. The only thing remaining of the bridge was the twisted and ripped metal supports that had once held it in place. But what could have caused so much damage? There hadn't been any floods in Kentucky for months, and there nor reports of a bomb or any other explosion happening. So what the hell happened?
"Sorry, folks. This bridge is out." A short man in a white shirt and blue overalls said as he stepped out from the side of the pick-up truck.
"Who are you?" Drew asked him.
"The name's Jake. City sent me out here because a bunch of people said they heard something crashing. I wasn't expecting to find this." The man said as he spit a greasy wad of chewing tobacco onto the ground.
"What happened to the bridge?" Sheila asked him.
"Hell if I know." Jake said as he looked at the bridge.
"Is there another road across? We need to get to a cabin on the other side as soon as possible." Drew said to him.
"Sonny, this is the only road to the other side." Jake said to him.
"Is there any other way across?" Sheila asked him as she began to turn on her charm. Bat a few eyelashes, and you could just about get any guy to do what she wanted.
"Well – I might now of a path around. I could lead you to it and show you how to get to your cabin. But it won't be cheap."
"How much?" Sheila asked him.
"How much you got?"
"We don't have to listen to this." Drew said as he started to walk back to the car.
"Wait, Drew." Sheila said as she glanced back to the car. The one thing that caught her eye, besides the pages to the Book of the Dead, was the large trunk she had brought with her. It was filled with her clothes and a few other things she would need to translate the book. That's when her old snarky grin began to reappear as she turned back to face Jake.
"Take my bag, I'll pay you an even one-hundred dollars." Sheila said to him.
"You got yourself a deal." Jake said as they shook hands.
"Good. My bag is in the backseat." Sheila said and pointed to the cart. As Jake walked to her car, she began mentally counting down with her grin spreading until she heard Jake shout "Well, shit!"
As Ron finished tightly wrapping duct tape around the stump where his hand used to be, he was trying to figure out what was worst. Actually cutting his hand off with the chainsaw, covering the stump in alcohol, using the gas burner to seal the stump, or pouring an entire bottle of alcohol on it afterward. Right now, he didn't give a flying crap. He had a thick layer of cloth pressed onto it to try and stop anymore bleeding and used duct tape to hold the cloth in place and cut off circulation. Ron looked at the bottle of booze he had used on it and gulped down a mouth full before he turned and looked at the living room floor. There was the cut in the floorboards and the blood from where he had cut his hand off, and there was the little bastard still nailed to the floor by the knife. Ron was still doing his best from freaking out as he saw it squirm and move, and then flip him off.
"You first." Ron said as he threw the bottle and smiled as it shattered over the hand and saw several shards of glass cut it while other shards became lodged in it.
"Bravo, Ronnie. I am impressed. Let's all give him a hand." Tara said from beneath the floor, in the cellar.
"Would you just shut the hell up." Ron said as he glared at the cellar door. He knew he was loosing his mind. Normally, he wouldn't curse this much, or ever. But after the crap he's seen tonight, he decided to screw it.
When he heard something clatter to the floor and the sound of something moving fast, he turned back to where he had left his hand. His eyes widened in fear as he saw the knife laying on the floor with a small trail of blood leading away from it. The little bastard had escaped! Ron quickly grabbed the shotgun from where Josh had dropped it and reloaded it as best as he could with only one hand. With the gun now loaded, Ron began to look for his possessed limb. He just hoped two barrels of buckshot was enough to put the thing down. Ron looked all over the living room for it, trying to find it. But the hard part was that there were too many places for his hand to hide. It was like he was hunting a giant rat in an elaborate maze. Ron might be spending the entire night looking for his hand. Until he heard something crawling inside the wall.
"Gotcha." Ron whispered to himself as he walked away from the wall, turned, and fired the shotgun. He heard something crawling franticly upward in the wall like something was trying to escape. Ron aimed the shotgun and listened. Trying his best to aim slightly ahead of where he thought his hand was, Ron squeezed the trigger and saw a small chink of the wall explode in a gust of splintering wood and plaster. Ron kept his eye on the hole in the wall as he ejected the spent shotgun shells and began to smile as he saw blood begin to drip from the hole he had just made. He got him. Or so he thought.
More blood began to poor from the hole he had made as the others began to bleed as well. Even the cracks began to bleed as the amount of blood increased. Ron began to get a very bad feeling that shit was about to hit the fan. With the force of a fully opened fire hose, both holes began spray streams of blood. Blood was shooting at him with such force that it was actually pushing him backward. Everything around him was being stained red as more and more blood shot from the holes in the walls and began to flood the floor while Tara's hideous cackling filled the air.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" Ron shouted as he tried to keep standing.
Ron was having a hard time maintaining his balance as he tried not to inhale the blood as it kept splashing him in the face. He could taste the copper of the blood in his mouth the more he tried to fight against the red torrents. He tried to push against them as best of he could, but he was too tired from stress and blood loss and soon found himself flung backwards.
As Ron hit the wall, the torrents stopped. Ron opened his eyes and expected blood to be dripping from everything, but there wasn't. With the exception of the holes in the wall, everything was still the same. There wasn't even any blood on him besides his own. As Ron looked at himself, he could still hear Tara's cackling from the cellar. As Ron looked back to the wall, he saw his hand peeking through one of the holes and flip him off before scurrying back into hiding.
"Talk about a bad day." Ron said to himself.
"I told you that you were loosing your mind." Tara said.
Ron looked back to the cellar entrance and saw that the door was raised as far as it could go with the chain holding it in place. He could see the twisted features and dead eyes of Tara as she laughed at him. Feeling like he barley had enough energy to move, Ron forced himself to stand. He could still hear Tara snickering as he walked to the cellar door and glared down at it.
"What are you going to"
"SHUT UP!" Ron shouted as he stomped down on the door as hard as he could. A small amount of satisfaction washed over him when he heard the door hit Tara in the head and forcing her to fall down the stairs and back down to the bottom of the cellar. What was the old saying? Now he remembered. Payback's a bitch.
"RON!"
Ron could feel fear start to rise in him as he heard the voice outside, and realized it was getting closer. More importantly, it was a voice that he knew. Only the problem was that Ron didn't know if it would be the person he knew, or another evil bastard. Ron grabbed the shotgun and ran to the box of shells as quick as he could. He reloaded the shotgun as he heard footsteps getting closer to the door. He quickly locked the shotgun back into place and shoved several more shells in his pockets as he heard the footsteps stagger onto the front porch. Staggering wasn't a good sign. Ron aimed the shotgun and kept his finger close to the trigger.
The front door flung open as Josh fell tot he floor. His eyes and face were normal, but his face was covered in cuts and bruises while most of his shirt was soaked in blood. All of his clothes were caked in dirt and mud and had been ripped and torn. There were cuts all over him, like he had been in a fight and lost. Ron lowered the shotgun and quickly ran to where Josh lay on the floor. He slammed the door closed before he used his good arm to drag Josh to the fireplace and propped him against the wall.
"Josh, what happened?" Ron asked him.
"The – trees. Tara was – was right." Josh said as he tried to stay awake. As Josh forced his eyes open again, he saw Ron's right arm. "Dude, what happened to your hand?"
"You don't want to know." Ron said to him.
"Ron, Tara was telling the truth. It – it won't let us leave. " Josh said as he let his head fall backward and hit the wall.
"I'm glad Yori is sleeping through all this." Ron said to himself as he let out a deep breath. When he heard the deep growl behind him, he felt every droop in his blood freeze. "Dear God, no." he said to himself as he saw Josh's eyes grow wide with fear as his breathing started to quicken.
"Look who's evil now." Tara said as she began to laugh. Now Ron knew that something behind him really wasn't something good.
Ron slowly turned around and felt fear in him rise, but he mostly felt his anger begin to sky rocket to new heights as he saw what used to be Yori standing in the living room. Her face was distorted and looked dead while her eyes looked like that of a living corpse.
"You fucking bastards." Ron muttered to himself.
Yori closed the gap between them and had her hand around Ron's throat in an instant before picking him up and slamming him against the wall. Her breath smelled like rotting meat as she snarled at him and tightened her grip around his neck. Ron tried to speak, but only a few sputters and wet gasps escaped his throat. Josh grabbed one of the pokers that were sitting beside the fireplace and used it to help himself back to his feet. He could see Ron's face turning purple as Yori kept her grip on his throat. Using whatever strength he had left, Josh used the poker to strike Yori against the back of her head. Josh's eyes almost rolled out of his head as he saw the poker break in half. Yori then slowly turned to look at Josh as she began to snarl at him like a rabid dog. With little effort, she flung Ron across the room as she turned to face Josh. Ron landed against the counter and knocked several things off, including the ax they had found earlier.
"RON, GRAB THE AX!" Josh screamed as he tried to back away from the possessed girl.
"But – it's Yori." Ron sputtered as he tried to regain his breath.
"DUDE, SHE'S FUCKING EVIL!" Josh screamed at him.
When Josh looked at her again, he jumped backwards as she tried to slash at him with her nails like an angry cat. Josh thought he had dodged her in time, until he saw her lick fresh blood off of her fingernails. Josh could hear something hitting the wood floor that almost sounded like drops of water as he began to look down. His shirt had been ripped away to show that she had ripped open the skin and muscle over his abs, and saw several of his intestines begin to fall out of place from within him.
"Oh, shit." Josh said before he collapsed onto the floor while Yori laughed.
"NO!" Ron screamed as he stood and grabbed the ax. Yori looked at him like a monster waiting for its next meal while Ron gripped the handle tightly. Cutting off his arm was one thing, but he didn't think he would be able to harm his own girlfriend. "Yori, it's me. It's Ron! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Ron shouted at her.
"Yori is dead. And soon, you'll join the rest of your friends." The possessed girl said to him.
"Yori, please. I love you." Ron pleaded with her.
Yori let out another snarl as her nails seemed to form into talons in front of him. With a loud scream, she leapt at him with her nails aiming for his throat. Ron closed his eyes as he swung the ax with all his might. He felt the blade quiver as he heard it hit something with a loud and wet smack. He opened his eyes in horror to see that the ax was buried halfway into her neck. She sneered at him and hissed as she tried to slash at his face with all her might. Ron yanked the ax from her neck and saw blood flow out of her in a red spray before he swung the ax again and saw it sever her head completely. Blood continued to spurt from her neck as her body fell to the floor, and her head rolled to a stop near the kitchen entrance.
Ron dropped the ax as he began to weep at what he had just done. He walked over to where her body had fallen, and saw the necklace he had given her that now had several splotches of blood on it and all over its gold chain. Ron picked up the necklace and couldn't help but cry as he held onto it tightly. He put the charm into his pocket as he turned, and saw her head laying on the floor. He couldn't leave her there like that, he knew he couldn't. He walked over and fell to his knees as he pushed her black hair out of her now normal face. Her eyes were closed, like she was still asleep as he ran his hand along her still warm cheek.
"I never expected it to end like this." Ron said to himself as he wept for her.
"Me either." He heard Yori said.
Ron's eyes bolted open again as he saw her eyes open and glare at him. "YOU'RE ALIVE?!"
"Alive and biting!" she snarled as she bit down hard on one of Ron's fingers. Ron howled in pain as he bolted to his feet with Yori still hanging onto him.
"LET GO! LET GO OF ME YOU EVIL, UNDEAD, BITCH!" Ron shouted as he slammed her head against the wall before slamming it several times against the writing desk before she finally stopped biting him. Ron just looked at her in terror filled horror as her head righted itself and glared at him as it shifted back to its previous corpse like appearance.
"That's it! I'm sick of this!" Ron shouted.
"It's all useless. There's nothing you can do." Yori's head said to him.
"Want to bet?" Ron asked her as he thought of one way to shut the monster up. Ron turned to where he had removed his arm, and stopped dead in his tracks. "Wait a minute. Where's the chainsaw?" Ron asked himself, right before he heard the chainsaw start. Ron spun around and gulped as he saw Yori's headless body holding the chainsaw tightly and begin to rev it.
"You always said I had a killer body." Yori's head said to him.
"Okay, that was just sick and wrong." Ron said and began to run as the headless corpse gave chase after him.
Ron was leaping from one part of the room to the next as he tried to get away from the monster that was chasing him. But Yori had been in fantastic shape, which gave her body an edge he didn't have. Soon, he found himself backed into a corner as the headless corpse grew closer and closer to him. In all the years he had been saving the world with Kim, he never thought he'd go out like this. Murdered by his dead girlfriend. This all seemed like something from one of his zombie basher games. Of course, he'd have a secret weapon in the game that would allow him to win the day. Wait a minute. He did have a secret weapon! Sometimes, he could be so stupid at times that he didn't even believe it. Ron took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. He went through the exercises Yori had taught him as he heard the chainsaw grow closer to him.
Yori's corpse rose the chainsaw high before bringing it down towards Ron head, plotting to cut him in half. Ron's eyes opened to reveal them glowing with an inner light as he caught the blade with with his hand. The blade engine struggled as the chainsaw blade stopped moving before sputtering and stopping all together. The corpse tried to take the chainsaw away, but Ron held it firmly in place as a blue energy began to surround him. An angry scowl covered his face tossed the chainsaw out of the corpse's grasp and kicking it in the stomach. There was a blast of blue light as the corpse sailed across the room and hit the wall before falling lifelessly to the floor.
The glow soon faded as Ron went to where he had dropped the shotgun and picked it up before moving to the headless body of his dead girlfriend. Yori's head looked at him in confusion as he glared at her for a brief moment before he finally stopped to where the body had fallen. Ron firmly placed his foot on her stomach as he aimed the weapon for the center of its chest.
"It's time to die, you old hag." Ron said.
"You found me beautiful once." Yori's head said to him.
"Honey, you got real ugly." Ron said as he pulled the trigger for both barrels. Ron saw the body spasm as the weapon blew a massive hole in the corpse's chest; the buckshot shredding bone, muscle, and organs like tissue paper at a snot party.
Ron ejected the spent shells and reloaded the weapon as he glared at the head. Ron was now incredibly pissed off. That wasn't Yori. That was a demon he was going to send back to hell. He had found Yori beautiful, not that thing. That thing had taken her and perverted everything she had once been. It had killed Yori. And now, he was going to make this piece of shit monster suffer for what it had done. Ron placed the shotgun in one of the chairs as he walked over to where he had thrown the chainsaw. Ron picked it up and walked back over to the writing desk. He placed the chainsaw behind Yori's head and started it.
"You're a killer, Ronald! You murdered me!" the head shouted at him, trying to drive him insane with guilt.
"I'm not a killer." Ron said as he used his good hand to rev the chainsaw again. "I'm a housewares employee."
Ron grabbed the head by its face and pressed the back of its head against the spinning blade. Ron grimaced as blood sprayed all over his shirt as the head screamed. As Ron pressed the head further onto the blade, it began to spit blood from its mouth like a grotesque water fountain and coat his arm in nothing but red. Ron could feel his hand become sticky as the blood began to quickly dry, but Ron pushed the head further still. Finally, when the chainsaw was halfway through Yori's head, the head stopped moving. Ron let go of her face and stopped the chainsaw as he saw her face was now pale and looked as if she were still asleep. The monster had left her. It was then that Ron realized that Yori, his friend and girlfriend who he had come to love and trust so completely, was now dead. Ron wedged her head off of the blade and placed it back down with her body. He couldn't believe what he had just done.
Ron looked back to where Josh had fallen and rushed to his side. Josh wasn't moving, his skin was pale, and his face was frozen with a look of terror. Ron placed his fingers against his neck to find a pulse, but he couldn't. There wasn't one. Slowly, Ron closed his friend's eyes as he slumped down onto the floor. They were all gone. All of his friends. Bonnie, Yori, and Josh were all dead. And Tara had been possessed by some kind of monstrous – thing from another world. What else could happen to him now?
"Dad, we're here." Someone called from outside, making Ron bolt to his feet. The door opened and in walked three people, two he knew! In fact, he was pretty sure he wouldn't ever see the two of them ever again!
4. I'm the Guy with the Gun
"Shego? Drakken?" Ron asked.
"Stoppable? What the hell are you doing – what the hell?" Shego asked as she saw the state the cabin was in, as did Drakken and the large man in overalls.
"Jesus Christ!" Drakken said.
"IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT LOOKS!" Ron shouted as he remembered what had just happened.
"You – what you did you do to my father?!" Sheila demanded.
"Huh?" Ron asked as Sheila said as she closed the distance between them and bashed Ron across the face with a hard, solid jab that sent him to the floor.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FATHER?!" Sheila shouted again as Drew held her back,
"Look here, buddy. You've got one minute to explain yourself!" the man in overalls said to him as he marched over to where Ron was standing.
"Well,"
"I've heard enough." Jake said as he punched Ron in the gut before bashing him in the head and knocking him out cold.
"What are we going to do with him?" Drew asked.
"What's that chained up over there?" Jake asked.
"That's the old fruit cellar. But I don't know why it's chained like that." Sheila said as she wondered what was going on. She expected to see her father, but finds one of her old adversaries in the middle of what looked like a reenactment of Friday the thirteenth.
"You got a key to it?" Jake asked.
"No." Sheila said.
"Damn. I was hoping we could just throw him in there." Jake said.
"Let's just lock him in one of the – what the hell?" Drew asked as he looked toward the hallway.
"What is it?" Jake asked him.
"What happened to the bodies?" Drew asked.
Both Jake and Sheila looked around the living room, and realized Drew was right. The two bodies that were just here were now gone. The blood was still pooled from whatever Ron had done to them, but the bodies themselves were gone. What was going on here? Whatever was happening, Sheila's fears about her father's safety were starting to get worse.
"Do you think this little freak ain't alone?" Jake asked.
"I'm not sure." Sheila said and spotted the tape player that was on her father's writing desk. She quickly walked over to it and looked at it carefully.
"What is it?" Drew asked her.
"My dad's recorder. He always made his journal entries on these before he wrote them down. But where is he?" Sheila asked.
"Maybe it was recording when Stoppable – maybe he's still alive." Drew said and Sheila silently hoped as she hit the play button.
"It has only been a few hours since I read aloud the first passages of the demon resurrection incantation."
"That's dad's voice." Sheila said to herself.
"I have seen the shadows move in the night. Something stalks the woods outside, and I fear it may be trying to kill me. May God forgive me for what I have unleashed upon this world. May God forgive me."
"I don't like the sound of that." Drew said.
"The cellar." Ron moaned as he started to wake up. Jake quickly grabbed the fallen shotgun and aimed it at the young one armed man as Ron looked at Drew and Sheila. One thing that was obvious on his face was the fear.
"Drakken, get away from the cellar!" Ron shouted at him.
"Why? Is that where more bodies are AAAGGHHH!" Drew shouted.
Sheila screamed and dropped the recorder as she saw that a pair of arms had come out from the cellar door while Jake dropped the gun as he screamed. The fingers around Drew's leg were grasping him so tight that the finger tips were actually digging themselves into the skin and drawing blood.
"I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!" the horrid voice of whatever was in the cellar screamed as it tried to drag Drakken closer towards the cellar door.
"SOMEONE GET IT OFF OF ME!" Drew screamed as the hands began to tear the flesh of his leg.
Sheila quickly ignited her hands and began sending waves of plasma at the arms that were holding Drew. The creature that had him screamed as its arms burned and finally let go while Drew collapsed and did his best to get away from the cellar door. Everyone just looked at the cellar door for a few minutes before their gazes turned to Ron as he tried to stand up again and nursed his stump that was beginning to ach again.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Jake asked as Ron picked up the shotgun.
"You know the old story." Ron said as sat in one of the chairs. "Boy and his friends go on a week long vacation in the woods. Three friends get turned into Candarian demons, two demons are killed by their boyfriends respectively while one friend gets himself killed at the same time, while another demon is locked in the cellar and tries to kill everything in sight. Like I said, pretty standard stuff." Ron said as he set the shotgun down.
"Listen, I don't care what the hell any of you say. I'm getting out of here!" Jake said and made for the door.
"STOP!" Ron shouted and grabbed the gun, making the fat redneck freeze in his place. "No one gets out of here until dawn." Ron said.
"But look at Drew!"
"My friend Josh tried to get out of here, and the woods just about tore him to shreds!" Ron said and got to his feet. The way he looked, the glimmer in his eye reminded Sheila when he had taken on the Lowardians months ago. She knew that he may not look like it, but Ron was a real tough guy when he wanted to be. And right now, he looked like the poster boy for the movie Psycho. "I know I look like I'm nuts. And to be honest, I didn't believe any of this crap at first either. But I saw my friends getting possessed by demons and then watched them get killed in some of the worst ways possible. Hell, I just had to kill my girlfriend after she tore my friend's guts out!" Ron shouted and saw that he was only freaking everyone out even more.
"What ever is here, it gets weak when the sun is out. So if we just stick together, I'm sure we'll be safe." Ron said.
Ron was about to sit back down when Drew leapt from the floor and tackled him. Sheila screamed and Jake ducked for cover as all of them saw that Drew had now become one of the monsters! Ron was trying his best not to vomit as the possessed Drew breathed and slobbered all over him. The only thing that kept Drew's now rotted teeth from biting into his face was the stump of Ron's right arm against the creature's throat. Ron should have known better than saying something and sticking his foot in it. If only Ron could get his gun raised.
"You are all doomed! None of you will make it out alive!" the deadite shouted at Ron.
"That's funny." Ron grunted before he shoved both barrels into Drew's nose. "Neither are you."
Both barrels blew Drew's face off in an explosion of blood, bone, and brain matter that fell across the living room like a sick shower of rain. Ron was coughing from firing the gun so close to him and pushed the dead body off of him. He quickly felt his face, but it didn't feel like it had been burned. He was real lucky he didn't get killed by pulling that stunt. Ron reloaded as Sheila ran to the corpse of her boyfriend and began to cry over him. The normal Ron would have tried to comfort Sheila in a time like this, and a part of him wanted to. But they couldn't afford to, not right now.
"Get over it." Ron said to her.
"My boyfriend just died ten seconds ago!" Sheila shouted at him as grief and anger overwhelmed her.
"And my girlfriend died ten minutes ago! But that didn't stop her from trying to kill my ass! HEY, FAT BOY!" Ron shouted at Jake. "Help me toss this thing outside." Ron said as he put the gun on the ground and grabbed one of Drew's ankles.
Sheila watched as Ron and Jake drug what was left Drew out onto the front porch and left him there. When the hell did she walk into the freaking Outer Limits? Stoppable was never like this! Not even when he was up against the aliens or anything! Just what in the world was going on here?
"What's gotten into you?" she asked him as she tried to force herself to stop crying.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked her.
"How can you be so damn heartless? So – so – bad?" Sheila asked him.
"Good – bad – I'm the one with the gun." Ron said to her.
"We've got another problem." Jake said to them as he looked out the window.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked him.
"That path we followed to get here. It ain't there anymore." Jake said as he began to tremble.
"That's impossible!" Sheila said as she and Ron rushed to the window and looked out. "Where is it?"
"I don't know. It's like the woods done swallowed it up." Jake said.
"It's the trees. They don't want us to leave. I don't know how, but I think these entire woods are possessed as well. Like I said, we're stuck here until dawn." Ron said to them.
"But there has to be some way to get out of here." Sheila said to him.
"If you've got an idea, I'm all ears." Ron said to her.
All of them froze as they heard the wind blow within the house. All around them, there were several loud bangs and crashes. The walls shuddered slightly as the lights flickered. Even the floorboards were groaning as it sounded like something was trying to punch through them.
"What the hell is going on?" Jake asked.
"I don't know. But I think – something is trying to enter our world." Sheila said.
"I just hope I've got enough ammo." Ron said to himself.
"Is it just me, or did it just get colder?" Jake asked them.
The wind began blowing inside the house, circling all around them and picking up speed. The faster the wind blew, the more it sounded like something was trying to talk. All of them huddled together as Ron got the gun ready, not knowing what to expect next. The wind seemed to move past them and focus on a certain point in the room. The wind seemed to grow smaller and form what seemed to be a small cyclone. The moaning grew louder and louder still as the form of a man began to appear.
"It's a ghost!" Jake shouted.
"It's my dad!" Sheila said.
"It's a ghost dad!" Ron said and noticed how the other two were looking at him. "Sorry. It just kind of – slipped out."
"Dad?" Sheila asked as she looked at the spirit in front of them.
"Sheila, there is a terrible force here. I'm so sorry, Sheila for bringing this monstrosity on us." The ghost said.
"Dad, is there a way we can get out?"
"It won't let anyone leave. The only way to defeat this evil is in the pages you found. Send this evil back to where it came from. It's the only way to save my soul and those of the others. As well as your lives."
The spirit seemed to moan in agony as it faded from sight and the wind stop blowing all together. No one could move for a minute as they just looked at where the spirit had been. Sheila was starting to cry again, and Ron couldn't stand to see anyone in pain. Despite what all he had seen, he couldn't be completely heartless. He wrapped his right arm around her and tried to give her a simple hug to comfort her as best as he could.
"I know you're trying to help Stoppable, but you don't need to hold my hand." Sheila said to him.
"Shego, I've only got one hand now. And it's holding the gun." Ron said to her, and making both of them look at Jake.
"Don't look at me." He said as he raised his hands in the air.
Ron let go of Sheila as she raised both of her arms. Both Jake and Sheila screamed as they saw a pale and bloody dismembered hand clutching hers tightly. Ron quickly dropped the gun as he grabbed the living limb by the wrist and yanked it off of Sheila as hard as he could. The hand flipped Ron off once more before it dug its nails into his arm and began to slowly claw him as hard as it could. Ron shouted in pain and instinctively let his hand go. The hand landed on the ground and used its fingers to leap at Sheila once more. Sheila screamed as the hand latched itself onto her left breast and began to rigorously squeeze.
"DAMN YOU, HAND!" Ron screamed as he grabbed a lamp and used it to hit his severed limb as hard as he could.
The hand flew away from Sheila, taking part of her shirt with it as it sailed across the room and through a closed window. Ron could soon hear the sounds of the hand running away as everyone began to take deep breaths and tried to calm down. Sheila looked down at her shirt and saw that her left breast, still covered by her black satin bra, was now completely exposed. A feral growl of aggravated rage started to rise in her throat as she balled her fist and decked Stoppable across the face as hard as she could.
"What was that for?!" Ron shouted.
"It was your hand, pervert!" Sheila shouted.
"Like I'd really have the guts to cop a feel! I couldn't even do that with my girlfriend unless she asked me to!" Ron shouted as they both glared at each other. "Look, arguing is getting us nowhere. Your – dad said that those pages you brought were our only hope. What are they, anyway?" Ron asked her.
"They're missing pages from the Necrinomicon." Sheila said as she walked to her trunk that Jake had left near the door and opened it.
"You mean that Book of the Dead?" Ron asked her as he and Jake followed her.
"Yes. When we originally found it, we saw that several pages had been removed. My father was eager to get a head start on translating the language, so Drew and I," Sheila said and stopped as a fresh set of tears began to form. "We stayed behind and continued the search. We found them hidden in an oil sack not too far from where the book had been buried. So we decided to surprise dad with the find. Here they are." Sheila said as she quickly pulled the pages from the trunk and handed them to Ron.
As Ron grasped the pages, Ron shivered like crazy as his breathing quivered. His skin was instantly pale and his nose red. He looked like he had just stepped out of an industrial freezer.
"What's wrong with you?" Jake asked him.
"I don't know. It – it felt like someone walked over my grave or something." Ron said to them.
"Now's not the time for remarks like that." Sheila said as Jake began to slowly step away from them.
"Who's this guy?" Ron asked as he looked at the large drawing on one page.
The page showed a picture of a man shouting to the sky. One hand had a large broadsword attached to his arm while the other clutched something that looked like a staff or a large stick. Beside him was a woman who seemed to look like a lady human torch as an army of knights surrounded them. There was something familiar about the both of them.
"I don't know who the woman is, but the writings call the man the Hero from the Sky. In 1300 AD, he was the one that defeated the evil the first time." Sheila said to him.
"It looks like he didn't do a good job." Ron said.
"We can thank daddy for that. At least what I translated earlier makes sense. There are two incantations that I've found. The first will bring the spirit into the flesh."
"Into the what?" Ron asked her.
"It means it will give the entity that's haunting this place a physical form." She told him.
"Why the hell would we want to do that?" Ron asked her.
"Because the second incantation will open a rift in space and time, and send the evil back to where it originally came from." Sheila said.
"In other words, it'll make it this guy's problem." Ron said as he pointed to the drawing of the man.
"Basically."
"Works for me." Ron said to her.
"NOW LOOKS WHO'S IN CHARGE!" Jake shouted, causing them to both jump and turn around. While they had been looking at the lost pages, Jake had gotten hold of the shotgun and now had it pointed at them. "It looks like I'm the one giving the orders now." Jake said as he raised the gun and fired one shot. A small frown of confusion crossed his face as pieces of plaster and roof fell on his head, causing him to look up. "Where the fuck did that come from?" he said as he continued to look upward.
"Where did you find this guy?" Ron asked Sheila.
"All right, now we're all taking that trail out of here and I ain't going alone! So star moving, and I don't want any funny business."
"But my dad says these pages,"
"I DON"T GIVE A DAMN!" Jake shouted as he grabbed the pages from Sheila. "I ain't gonna listen to any more of this hocus pocus bullshit!" Jake said as he opened the cellar door and threw the pages into the cellar below.
"You idiot!" Ron shouted.
"I'm the one with gun now, city boy! So you just think about who's in charge before you open that fat mouth of yours again." Jake said as he aimed the gun in Ron's face.
"Well hello Mr. Fancy Pants." In a mocking tone that would have made Sheila proud. "I've got news for you, pal. You ain't leading but two things right now, Jack and Shit. And Jack left town." Ron said to him and saw the angry sneer that formed on the portly man's face.
"I did not know that." Jake said as he walked toward Ron. "Why thank you for sharing that information." Jake said as he bashed Ron in the case with the butt of the shotgun, knocking him to the floor unconscious.
"Ron!" Sheila said as she tried to go help him, but stopped as soon as Jake aimed the shotgun at her.
"Now move!" Jake said through clenched teeth.
"But you heard what he said."
"I don't give a shit, now move!"
"But we'll be killed!"
"I'll blow damn your damn head off right now and save whatever the hell is out there the trouble. NOW MOVE!" Jake shouted at her.
Both froze in place and their breathing quickened as they heard a low growl. The only that either of them had ever heard before that came close to that sound was from a T-Rex in the movie Jurassic Park. Jake gripped the shotgun tightly as he turned around while Sheila slowly backed her self into a corner. The growl came again, but was even louder. Ron began to move and push himself back onto his feet as the growl seemed to growl louder still. Ron was soon standing to full height as every bone and joint in his body seemed to pop, sounding more like old wood splintering. As Ron turned to face, his face had taken on an inhuman and more corpse like appearance as a loud demonic roar escaped his throat.
"GOD DAMN!" Jake screamed as he saw the monstrous sight before him.
By the time Jake remembered he was holding the gun, the now possessed Ron had closed the distance between them and grabbed the fat red neck by the throat tightly. Jake dropped the weapon as he tried to pry Ron's hand open and off of his large neck. With a feral growl of rage, Ron threw Jake through one of the closed windows and quickly followed after him. Sheila could hear them fighting outside, and she knew the Ron had become too strong for the large man to fight off. Ron had some respect for Ron, but that didn't matter now. After what she saw with Drew, she knew that there was only one thing to do now. Looking for anything she could use as a weapon, she saw the skeleton dagger that her father had found at the dig sight.
She grabbed the ancient weapon and prayed it still had enough of an edge to do what needed to be done. She could hear the fight moving back around to the front of the house, and knew that there wasn't much time left. She quickly ran to the front door and held the knob tightly in one hand while she kept a vise like grip on the dagger with the other. She just hoped that Ron could forgive her for what she was about to do to him. Taking several deep breaths to ready herself, she threw opened the front door and jabbed the dagger forward as she kept her eyes closed. She felt the dagger stop as she heard it cut into something. When she opened her eyes, she covered her mouth to stop a gasp of fear and horror as she saw what she had done.
Jake stumbled back into the cabin, leaning against the door as he clutched the weapon that had been driven into his gut. His breaths were quivering as he looked down at his overalls that were begging to turn dark from blood as he saw the hideous skeleton sculpture of the dagger's handle staring back at him.
"Damn it, woman! What the hell is wrong with you?" Jake shouted through the pain.
"I-I'm sorry! I w-was trying to get Ron." She said to him and was rewarded with a glare from Jake.
"Do I look like I'm six three? Missing a hand?" he asked and groaned in pain from the wound. "Do I look a God damn demon to you?!" He shouted to her one more time before wincing in pain again.
Sheila wrapped one of his arms around his shoulder and helped him to get back into the cabin. They didn't get far as she found out that the man weighed a ton. She quickly let him lay on the floor as she tried to find something to help put pressure on the wound. She couldn't risk removing it since she didn't know if she had punctured an artery or not. For now, all she could do was try and make him comfortable.
"Grab the gun! That thing's still out there. We're gonna have to kill it if – if it comes back." Jake said as he began to feel weaker and could swear that the wound was becoming worse.
"We've got to take care of you first." Sheila said to him.
"Woman, would you just,"
"Remember me?!" Tara shouted as both of her arms bolted out from the space of the fruit cellar and grabbed Jake by his chin.
Jake began to scream in pain as her fingers punctured through the skin and fat and began to take a firm hold on Jake's jaw bone and began to pull him toward the small opening. Sheila saw what was happening and quickly ran back toward Jake and grabbed his legs to try and keep him from being pulled in with whatever was lurking in the fruit cellar. Jake was screaming bloody murder as Tara and Sheila kept pulling on him like a rope in tug of war, with Tara winning. Jake's head was already inside the cellar, but his large stomach was keeping him from going any further. Sheila kept pulling harder on his legs, trying to being him back out. When she felt something go slack, she screamed as she saw that both of Jake's legs had been ripped off at the knees.
Without Sheila pulling on him, Tara began to forcibly pull Jake into the cellar. Jake was still screaming as she watched him being pulled in, the wood of the chained cellar door tearing away parts of his clothes and his skin as she pulled him in. Sheila screamed even louder as she saw the dagger became lodged in between the boards of the cellar door and cut Jake open as he was being pulled in. She could see his muscles and intestines spilling onto the floor and soon be dragged down into the cellar with him as his screams echoed throughout the lower part of the cabin. Soon, his screams stopped. All sounds of movement that had been coming from the cellar had stopped. Sheila was on the verge of crying and shaking like a leaf as she kicked Jake's ripped legs away from her. She slowly crawled over to the cellar door and lifted it as far as it could go as she tried to peak inside.
"Jake?" she asked in a small whimper.
Sheila was rewarded with a massive torrent of blood splashing upward and covered her face and arms. Sheila screamed as loud as she could as she backed away from the cellar door as far and as fast as she could as she saw blood still pumping out from between the cracks in the floor board. Sheila continued to scream, even as her vocal cords began to hurt and feel raw. She had been screaming so loudly that she didn't even hear the large figure step into the cabin and step behind her until it placed its hand on her shoulder. Sheila turned and looked up into the horrid face of the still possessed Ron as growled at her.
Sheila bolted from him and tried to get far away from him as he glared at her. Ron took one step towards her before he stopped. A expression of confusion was on his face until he looked down and reached into his pocket. When his hand emerged, it revealed a necklace that partially covered in blood. The monster looked at it as an expression of sadness and pain formed. As the expression grew more sorrowful, his head and body began jerking like he was having a seizure. The movements began to slow as the growling and snarling faded. Instead, they were replaced with the sounds of sobbing.
"YORI!" Ron screamed as grief overwhelmed him. "Yori, I'm sorry. Oh, God. Oh, God. OH SHIT!" Ron shouted as he dodged the ax Sheila tried to bring down on top of his head. Ron was able to dodge two more strikes before he grabbed the ax handle and tried to talk to her. "IT's me! That thing's gone now. I'm normal again." Ron said to her as he let the handle go and propped himself against the wall. When Sheila embedded the ax into the wall, missing his head by an inch, Ron quickly bolted away and grabbed Sheila around the waist.
"LET ME GO, YOU BASTARD! LET ME GO!" Sheila screamed.
"SHEILA! SHEGO, SNAP OUT OF IT!" Ron said as he spun her around and slapped her across the face. "I am so sorry." Ron said as he saw the shocked expression on her face and realized too little too late at what he had just done. Before he could say another word, an ignited fist belted across the jaw and sent him spinning onto the floor as a very angry Sheila glared at him.
"What did you do that for?!" Sheila demanded.
"You were trying to kill me!"
"You were possessed!"
"WELL I'M NORMAL NOW!" Ron shouted at her as they both glared at each other and tried to regain their normal breathing.
"Then how were you able to get rid of that thing?" she asked him, still not trusting.
"I don't know. I wasn't even in control. After I saw Yori's necklace, I felt something giving me a boost and," Ron said and soon trailed off.
"What is it?" Sheila asked him.
"My MMP." Ron whispered.
"Your what?"
"My Mystical Monkey Power." Ron said and saw the blank expression that was on Sheila's face. "It's what gave me the ability to beat those aliens when they invaded." He finally said to her.
"You mean that blue aura of yours?" she asked him.
"That's got to be it. That's how I was able to beat Yori when she tried to kill me the second time." Ron said.
"Well lucky you. Meanwhile, the rest of us are still at risk of getting possessed and getting my ass blown away by you!" Sheila growled at him.
"Sorry about that." Ron said as she noticed her hands were cut. "What happened?" he asked her.
"Huh? Oh, that stupid dagger." She said to him.
"Hold them out."
"What?"
"Hold them out, palms up." Ron said to her.
"Why?"
"Because I've got an idea." Ron said to her as he began to wince.
"All right." Sheila said and held them out to him.
Sheila's eyes widened when she saw that he had been squeezing the stump where his hand had been. He quickly raised it up and immediately began letting blood he had been squeezing out fall onto her wounded hands.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she asked as she quickly took her hands away.
"I might have given you an edge."
"What do you," Sheila stopped as she felt what seemed to be a small jolt of electricity start in her hands and work its way through her. When it finally subsided, she had to admit that she felt like she had gotten a second and third wind in her. "What was that?"
"A wild guess. I'm hoping I gave you a bit of my MMP. Hopefully it'll last until we can get out of here." Ron said to her.
"One problem Stoppable. Jake threw those pages we need into the cellar. And your friend just – just," Sheila said and shuddered as she saw all the blood that was surrounding the cellar door as well as the legs that had been ripped off of Jake.
"Then I think it's time we head into that cellar and to carve us a bitch." Ron said as he glared at the cellar door and made his way toward the chainsaw.
"Wait a minute. You're going to be screwed is you head down there." Sheila told him.
"Got any other ideas?" he asked her.
"Yeah, I do. I might have picked up a few things from Drew when we were still super villains. I'll bring the gun, and you get the chainsaw and follow me to the shed."
Within twenty minutes, Sheila had worked on the chainsaw and made a few alterations that would work to Ron's advantage. Using the parts that were there, she had been able to make it where the chainsaw would fit on Ron's stump and still give him the ability to use the gun if he needed to. She also was able to create a holster that strapped to Ron's back to put the shotgun, with a little metal catch on the strap for Ron to start the chainsaw without having to use his hand. Sheila slid the chainsaw over Ron's right arm and fastened it as tight as she could. As she took a few steps back, Ron raised his arm and placed the pull cord within the metal piece Sheila had added. With one jerk of his arm, that chainsaw started and revved at a fast pace. Ron grabbed the shotgun and used the chainsaw to cut off part of the barrels . He placed the shotgun in the holster as the chainsaw died down. He looked at Shego with a wide grin on his face as he said one word.
"Groovy."
Since none of them knew where the key was, Sheila burned the chain away using her plasma abilities and opened the cellar door. Tara wasn't anywhere in sight, but the entire cellar reeked of death. They could hear the sound of what they both hoped was water dripping as various parts of dirt had become red from blood.
"I suppose you're going to say ladies first?" Sheila asked him.
"No. I'll go down there and get the pages. You wait here." Ron said to her.
"What?" Sheila asked him, surprised at what he had just said to her.
"You don't have that much longer until dawn. If I don't make it, you'll probably still have a chance to make it out." Ron said. "You might want to step back. Who knows how messy this is going to be." Ron said as he began stepping down the steps into the cellar and started the chainsaw. "YO, SHE-BITCH! LET'S GO!" Ron shouted as he charge in the rest of the way.
Sheila stepped away as she heard the chainsaw going full boar. That's when she heard Tara screaming with that inhuman voice of hers as Ron let out a yell of his own. That's when she heard the sounds of a fight. The chainsaw was cutting into several different things as she heard various objects crashing. Tara's screaming were becoming louder, but she couldn't tell if it was from fighting or screams of pain. The crashing and fighting were getting louder and louder as it became fiercer. The fighting was coming back toward the cellar entrance. That's when Sheila heard one sound that terrified her the most at that moment. Silence.
Her breath was catching in her throat as the silence continued. She wanted to go over and peak inside, but she was too scared. She was scared of what she might see in there, or what might reach up and pull her in. And she didn't want to be covered in another shower of blood either. That's when she heard it. The steps of the cellar were groaning as weight was being put on them. Sheila quickly rushed to where the ax was and tried to dislodge it but with no success. Whatever was climbing the steps was getting closer. Her heart rate was speeding and her breath was caught in her throat. She froze as she saw a blood covered hand grasp onto the floor, but relaxed when she saw a chainsaw and an arm attached to it land next to it. Ron then emerged from the cellar with a few more bruises and cuts, but he had the missing pages in his teeth. As soon as he was close to Sheila, he took the pages and handed them to her.
"Are you okay?" she asked him.
"Right now, I'm pretty fucked up in general. So it's pretty hard to gauge." Ron said as he popped his neck. That was when Sheila's eyes began to widen and her mouth started to move but didn't make any sound. "I knew I forgot something." Ron said as he turned and saw Tara sticking out of the cellar.
"I'll kill you, Ron! I'LL KILL YOU!" she shouted at him. Her abdomen had a deep cut that almost split her in two with what lay inside her body threatening to spill out. Her left arm had almost been completely severed and still hung on by only a tiny piece of skin while half of her face looked like it had been bashed in.
"You know, I'm getting really sick and tired of you trying to kill me." Ron said as he drew the sawed off shotgun and aimed it at her. "You see this? This is my BOOMSTICK! It's a twelve gauge, double barreled Remington, S-Mart's top of the line. You can find it in the Sporting Goods department. This sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan; retails for about one-hundred and nine ninety-five. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right, shop smart. Shop S-Mart. YOU GOT THAT?!" Ron shouted at the possessed girl.
"He's really lost it." Sheila thought to herself.
"I'll swallow your soul! I'll swallow your soul!" Tara shouted as she began to step out of the cellar.
"SWALLOW THIS, BITCH!" Ron shouted as he aimed and fire both barrels.
Tara's head exploded like an over ripe melon, sending pieces of flesh, bone, and brain all over the cabin as blood spurted like a fountain from what was left of her head. The body staggered for a minute before it fell over and tumbled down the stairs and back into the cellar with a loud crash and thud. Sheila just stared at Ron as he reloaded the gun, spun it, and placed it back in the holster.
"What?" he asked her when he caught her staring.
"I've – just never seen you - as a bad ass before." She said to him.
"Right now, let's just get what ever this thing is the hell out of here." Ron said.
That's when the cabin shook as part of the ceiling and walls begin to crack. As the cabin shook more and more, they both soon realized that the house was being pounded. But by what? Ron looked out the window and couldn't believe at what he was seeing. The trees had up rooted themselves and they were attacking the cabin! Whatever was in these woods, it was obvious that they had pissed it off royaly!
"SHEGO, READ DAMN THING!" Ron shouted.
"My name is Sheila, you know."
"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S ZIPPITY DO FREAKING DAH! READ BEFORE WE BECOME MULCH!" Ron shouted as the roof started to break.
"All right!" Sheila shouted as she looked at the pages. "Nosferata, Mondos, Kundar." Sheila said.
The cabin began to shake again, but it wasn't because it was being struck. These shakes were different. It was because the ground underneath them was shaking. Something was coming. Something big, and something they weren't going to like.
"Sheila, maybe you should start reading that second passage." Ron said as he began to grow fearful again.
"But we don't know if the first one worked yet." She said to him. The ground shook violently as they heard several trees either being knocked down or broken apart. The second violent shake was followed by the sound of the porch being destroyed, as well as the car Ron and his friends had driven up in.
"I think it's safe to assume it worked." Ron said.
The front door and part of the wall was ripped away as a large creature stood there, glaring at them with glazed dead eyes. The creature stood over nine feet high with its body looked like the corpse of an overgrown ape with it's skin looking more like tanned leather. The tips of each finger were nothing but bone that had been sharpened into deadly talons while its face looked like to little skin had been stretched across too much bone. A slime like drool dripped from it's jagged teeth as it growled and snarled at all of them. But what made both of them ill was it's large humped back. On it's back were the faces of people they knew. Sheila could see her father, Drew, and Jake on its right side while Ron could see Bonnie, Tara, and even his beloved Yori. All of them looked like they were in agony each time the creature moved.
"Daddy?" Sheila asked.
"Read passage, Sheila! Send the creature back from where it came from!" her father shouted at her.
"For God's sakes, Stoppable!" Drew screamed.
"RON!" Tara screamed.
"Ron, save us! Please!" Bonnie screamed.
"Yori!" Ron shouted.
"Ron-san. Free us, please." She begged him.
"It's all hopeless. Victory is ours!" the creature spoke in a voice that sounded like several voices that were speaking as one. Almost like the borg from Star Trek.
"LIKE HELL!" Ron said as he started the chainsaw. "READ!" he shouted as the creature moved in to attack.
The creature tried to strike Ron, only for him to raise the chainsaw to block and severed several of its fingers off of its hand. Ron lunged forward as it was distracted, and shoved the spinning blade into its torso! The creature howled in pain as Ron howled in hate as he slowly dragged the chainsaw downward. The creature grabbed Ron by the waist and lifted him upwards. The creature screamed in Ron's face as he tried to struggle free and almost gagged from the creature's fowl breath.
"SHEILA!" Ron shouted as he freed his right arm and jammed the spinning chainsaw blade into the creature's left eye.
"OKAY!" Sheila screamed as she read the passage. She didn't have time to pronounce it and just prayed to God in heaven that she got it right. "Klatu, Barata, Nicto!" Sheri shouted as loud as she could.
The monster dropped Ron as it glared at Sheila with a look that could have melted concrete. In the distance, what sounded like a sonic boom echoed throughout the woods as the wind began to blow violently.
"I really hate you right now." The monster said as a giant portal of swirling light appeared behind the monster.
The vortex grew to massive size as the monster gripped the ground as hard as he could. The vortex began sucking everything in sight like a massive vacuum, taking everything within its reach. The monster was screaming as it tried to hold on. The vortex was too much for the creature as it began to pull it along as well. Within a matter of moments, the creature was pulled from the ground and sent spiraling into the massive vortex along with the trees that had been uprooted. Ron and Sheila were doing there best to try and fight against the pull, but it was too strong, even for them. Both grabbed onto a countertop in the kitchen, hoping that they could hold out as they soon felt their feet no longer touching the floor.
"I thought you said it was supposed to take away the evil!" Ron shouted.
"It did! But the portal doesn't know the difference between good guys and bad guys!" Sheila shouted as the counter top came loose while they still clung to it for dear life. They soon stopped as the counter top's length prevented it from going through the kitchen entrance. But no matter how hard they tried, their grips were beginning to weaken.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE, HOW DO YOU STOP IT?!" Ron shouted as loud as he could.
That's was when the countertop split in two, making both Sheila and Ron loosing their grip. Everything around them was a blur as they soon found themselves hurtling into the void. Everything around them was a mass of colors and images as they were flung backwards through the streams of time and space. Everything around them seem to be going in reverse as they sped away from where the cabin stood as they continued to spin. It may have been only seconds, minutes, maybe even days that they spent in the vortex. But soon, everything went black before a loud explosion rang through their ears.
And in the vast land they were now in, all was quiet and still. Until the silence was broken with Ronald shouting the word,
"SSSSHHHHHIIIITTTTTTT!!!!!!!"
Ron and Sheila fell onto the hard ground with a loud thud, with what was left of Josh's car crashing not too far from them. Their entire bodies ached from their landing as they tried to regain some sense of balance. Both slowly stood to their feet as they felt their bones pop and snap back into place.
"Where the hell are we?" Sheila asked as she tried to pop her back back into place.
"Who knows. But look at it this way. We made it until dawn." Ron said as he stood and winced as he felt something in his knee pop.
The silence of the wilderness was shattered when they heard was almost sounded like a distant sound of thunder. All too soon they realized that the sounds they were hearing was actually the sounds of hoofs as an army of men on horses approached with swords and lances drawn. As many of the men circled the two, Ron and Sheila both noticed that the men were wearing armor and tunics that were similar to ones they had seen in the movies of King Arthur. Just where the hell were they? A Renaissance Festival?
"What are they?"
"They are fell from the sky! They must be deadites!"
"Slay the inhuman monsters!" various knights were saying as they kept circling the two.
"If it's a fight you screw heads want, I'll give you a royal ass kicking!" Sheila said as her hands flared to life with green plasma. Her plasma seemed to scare most of them, but only for a moment before they were tightening the ranks again. It looked like this wasn't going to be pretty.
"DEADITE!" one of the knights screamed as he pointed to the skies above them. All looked up to see what may have been human once, but know it looked like a Frankenstein version of a bat crossed with a bird.
"I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!" the demented creature screamed as he began to dive for the soldiers.
"Would you just shut up?" Ron shouted as he drew the shotgun and fired.
The creature's head exploded in a mass of red, similar to the way Tara's head had exploded. Unable to control its decent, the creature crashed into the massive pile of rocks and skidded a few paces before coming to a stop in a bloody mess. The soldiers looked at the dead creature before looking at Ron and Sheila. For a moment, no one moved or did anything as they looked at the two strangers in awe.
"He – saved us." One soldier said aloud.
"HAIL THE HERO FROM THE SKY!" one soldier shouted, causing the others to cheer at the same time.
"Hero from the sky? Oh sweet Jesus." Sheila said to herself.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked her.
"Ron, that drawing. It was about a man called the hero from the sky."
"So?" Ron asked, completely clueless to what she was saying.
"Ron, listen to them. That's what they're calling you! Don't you see? That drawing was us!" she said to him as Ron's eyes widened in shock.
"It – it can't be." Ron said to himself as he turned to the nearest knight. "Hey buddy! What's the year?"
"The year?" the man asked him in a thick English accent.
"Yeah." Ron quickly said.
"Why, it is the year our Lord, 1300." The man replied.
As the throng of knights continued to cheer Ron onward with Sheila standing behind him, Ron looked to the heavens as he began to shout "NO!"
"Hold it! Hold it!" the young Smarty mart employe said, interrupting Ron's story.
"What?" Ron asked as he rubbed a few scars on his face with a gloved right hand.
"If you and her were sent back to 1300, how did you get back?" the kid asked him.
"Trust me, kid. That's one story you don't want to know." Ron said to him.
"Yeah, right. I knew you were full of shit." The kid said and walked off.
"How rude!" Ron said as he glared at the young man.
"Ron?" a very familiar voice asked him, causing him to turn around.
"Sheila!" Ron said as he began to blush a slight shade of red. "W-what are you doing in Housewares?" he asked her.
"I had to pick up a few things, so I thought I'd see how you were doing." She said as a noticeable blush began to cross her face.
"You know, same old same old. Sort of." Ron said as he flexed the gloved hand.
"Ron, it's not that I don't trust you. But – you did say the words the right way. Didn't you?" Sheila asked him.
"More or less." Ron said to her.
"Ron, I'm serious. Did you say them the way you were supposed to?" she asked him as she gave him a stern glare that made him tremble.
"Well I didn't say every exact syllable, but yeah. I said the words." Ron said to her.
"Oh, shit." Sheila said to herself as they felt a strong cold wind blow through the store.
A slow and very deep growl came from the next isle over as several customers screamed in terror. Both Ron and Sheila ran as fast as they could to see what was going on and stopped dead in their tracks at what they saw. What had once been an old lady was now a deadite that had lifted and entire shelf from it's bolted place and roared in anger.
"YOU SHALL ALL DIE!" the possessed woman screamed as her face shifted and contorted as her eyes became a glazed over white.
"I'll be right back!" Ron quickly said before running off.
"Ron, you coward!" Sheila screamed and stopped as she noticed a large shadow had fallen over her. Sheila looked up to see the woman had stepped closer to her and was glaring down at her. "Ah, crap." Sheila said to herself.
The old hag raised the shelf higher with intent on bashing Sheila with it as hard as she could. The shelf soon fell out of her hands as a loud gunshot echoed through the store. Both Sheila and the old woman looked to see where the shot had come from, and saw Ron standing on a counter top with a smoking Remington in his hand.
"Lady, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Ron said defiantly toward her.
"Who the hell are you?" the had asked him.
"The name's Ron." He said as he cocked the rifle. "Housewares."
"I'll tear you apart!"
"COME GET SOME!" Ron said as he fired one shot in her head before blasting another shot into her chest and watched as she sprawled lifeless to the ground.
"What kept you so long?" Sheila asked him as she quickly joined him.
"Had to find some ammo." Ron said as a crowd of people began to gather around them.
"I don't believe it. You blew the bitch away." The employee Ron had been talking too earlier said.
"No shit, Sherlock. Now do any of you primates think I'm lying now?" Ron asked them and saw all of them shake their heads no. "Didn't think so." Ron said as he grasped Sheila and pulled her into a dip. "Give me some sugar, baby." Ron said to her before he grasped her lips firmly within his own. And from the look on her face, Sheila didn't mind at all.
What was left of the cabin still stood as the cold wind blew what was left of several dead leaves through the house. The blood had long since dried, and the weather was beginning to ruin the furniture, papers, and books. All was quiet and still. Until the sound of something being dragged was suddenly heard. In what was left of the demolished living room, a pale, and almost rotting, severed hand was pulling a tape recorder as best as it could before it finally stopped. After taking a small break, the severed limb crawled on top of the tape recorder and pushed the play button.
"So far, my translations are that the book speaks of a spiritual presence. A dark spirit that resides in the forests and the dark regions of man's domain that can be given license to posses the living when the passages are read aloud. Included here are the pronunciations of the passages." The voice of Professor Knowby said.
If it could make sounds, the hand would be laughing as loudly as it could as it looked to the heavens and flipped them off.