Belly Of The Beast
A/N: Sorry so long in posting, but trust me vengeance will be dealt, and there will be blood! Next to last chapter!
As the guards walked them out of Nico's room, Sam quickly felt the zippered pocket along her left ribs. The knife was still there and as soon as she could get close enough to Channing, she was going to bury it in what passed for a heart in the miserable son-of-a-bitch.
Al patted the zippered pocket with the Zippo lighter and cigar. He smiled as he was led away down a different hall than Sam. He yelled at her, "Give 'em hell Benson," before the stun stick struck his side and sent him to the floor. He felt two sets of arms jerk him back to his feet and shove him down the hall again.
Sam was led into the control room one floor up, and escorted to a control desk that had to be Channing's. It was raised by at least seven to eight inches above the rest of the control room, something that must have appealed to his vanity, and gave him a perfect view of the whole room. Sam quickly ran her hand down the pocket and touched the knife again.
The control room looked familiar to Sam and she couldn't figure out why till she saw one of the signs on the wall across the room. She smiled a wistful smile and felt a tug at her heart. The sign said, "Moonbase Alpha."
One of the many things that she had loved about Freddie was his devotion to all things nerdy. The fact that he was so suave on the outside, but still such a geek on the inside, made him that much more sexy in her eyes. Besides "Galaxy Wars" Freddie loved "Star Trek" and an obscure seventy's show called "Space: 1999", a much darker version of the future than shows he normally watched. He had bought the complete series on DVD and would watch them every once and awhile and she would watch them with him. The control room in the show looked exactly like the one she was standing in now.
'God Freddie I wish you could have seen this baby,' she thought as she scanned the whole floor.
Nico walked up behind her and ran his hand over her ass before giving it a squeeze, "Mmm, your ass is almost as juicy as your old mans," he licked her earlobe, "I'm gonna enjoy popping it later this evening."
"I'll crack your nuts before that happens, you bastard," she spit in his face and took a swing at him, only to be stopped when Tony caught her hand.
"Oh, promise baby?" Nico roughly grabbed her breast and squeezed it till Sam winched. A side door opened and Melanie Puckett Hess was brought into the room. To be precise, what was left of her was brought into the room.
Sam felt her stomach drop out from under her as she looked at her sister. Mel looked like she had been beaten with a lead pipe. Her entire face had a puffy fresh purple tint to it that Sam knew would turn black within twenty-four hours or less. Melanie's eyes were glazed and her hair was sticking up and out at wild angles. Sam then looked down and felt the bile rise in her throat. Along both rolled up sleeves of Mel's jumpsuit were fresh needle marks on both arms. Sam wrenched away from her handlers and placed her hands softly around Mel's cheeks and tried to look her sister in the eyes.
"Mel baby it's me, Sammy, are you ok baby?" Sam's voice was low and tender as tears rolled down her face.
Melanie just stared at Sam with blank hollow eyes. Sam searched for some sign of her sister in the vacant stare but found none. She held her sisters trembling hands in her own and soothing whisper tried to reach her, "Melanie, baby, it's me Sammy honey," she slowly stroked her sisters cheek with one hand, "Mel, I need you to come back to me baby, I need you to talk to me, PLEASE."
"Yeah, 'ya ain't gonna get that baby," Nico smiled and chuckled to her, "El sis'o here is flying way to high at the moment to talk with us mortals here on the ground, but she will do what I tell her to. Want to see?"
He stepped behind Melanie and whispered something in her ear and she stepped forward and began to rub Sam's right breast as she kissed her passionately while pulling her head back hard. After about twenty seconds she stopped and returned to Nico's side, the same blank stare on her face as before.
Sam spit on Channing and almost reached for the knife, but the words of Al echoed through her brain, 'Not the time or the place, but soon.'
"Oh man, I'm I gonna enjoy both you bitches," Nico clapped his hands together and rubbed them like a kid at Christmas time. He was finally on the brink of everything he had ever wanted and the two sisters were icing on the cake. He would be able to do anything he wanted once he got back to earth. He reached out and slapped Sam as the guards grabbed. He turned to Tony and placed a hand on his shoulder and one on Tori's, who walked up beside him, "So fucking close my darlings, so very close."
He kissed both of them and looked at the guards holding Sam, "Take her and her sister to a holding cell for now, but first," he removed a syringe from his pocket and twisted it in front of Melanie with a smile, "Does baby need a treat?"
Melanie stared at the liquid within and began to slap her arm trying to get a vein to rise to the surface. She grunted as she found one and held out her arm to him. He shook his head no and waved it again in front of her face. She slapped her arm and shoved it out to him again. Again he shook his head no and whispered, "You know how to get it."
Melanie walked up to Tori and began to kiss her as she ran a hand inside of Tori's suit, fondling her breast. Sam turned away, fiery lava bile coursing through her stomach and visions of murder playing in her mind.
After five minutes Tori began to grunt and groan as she reached orgasm. Melanie stepped back and held out her arm to Channing once again. This time he inserted the needle into her vein and injected the liquid into her. Melanie's eyes rolled back in her head for a second and two guards had to steady her.
"Just wait darling," Channing ran his left hand across Sam's left cheek, giving it a little slap, "don't worry your pretty little face, you'll get your own thrill. You're going to be my Sodie test case. You see it's only been mixed once and then tested on prisoners . They killed nearly fifteen of them before they found the right dose. A thimble full of this shit will be able to get most of L.A. high for a month. Oh sure we're going to have more than our fair share of o.d.'s from it at first, but that'll just thin the herd shall we say. Anyway, you get to be the guinea pig for us and they after our little "play time" is over you'll kill your sister and nephew for me and I'll let Dessler have you to play with."
He turned to the guards and snapped his fingers, "Take these two to a holding cell for now."
Sam and Melanie were led out of the control room as Nico sat down at his desk, Tony and Tori sitting beside him. His leg was bouncing up and down and he rubbed his palms, flat on the desk, around in circles.
"So very close," he whispered as he looked around the room at the technicians working. He knew this was his time to step onto the world stage in a huge way and he couldn't wait. He stopped rubbing the desk and placed a hand on Tori's leg, pulling her close to him. He began to kiss her neck, slowly running his other hand over Tony's chest. Just as he took his lips off Tori neck and was about to give the order to stop the rotation of the base, a technician bumped into the desk and shook the trio. Nico snapped his head around and bellowed at the bumbling tech, "Watch where you're going dumbass," he snapped at the tech as he shoved the desk, which didn't move because it was fixed to the floor, and glared at the hapless drone.
"So sorry sir," the tech said as he looked at the floor and scurried away as fast as he could.
Nico turned as the man retreated and stared after him for a long moment, troubled by something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He watched him disappear into the corridor as the door to the control room shut behind him. He stared at the door a minute longer and then turned back to face the control room again, "Prepare to stop rotation and loss of gravity," he commanded.
"Yes sir," one of the male techs sitting at a large console near the middle of the forward part of the room said as he began to enter commands into the keyboard in front of him and flipping switches. As he did alarms began sounding and prerecorded voices played from the speaker systems, "Attention, attention, gravitational rotation will cease in five minutes. Prepare for switch to lunar gravity in five minutes."
"Come my pets, let's head to the lab and watch the mixing of the drug," Nico stood and placed his arms around the waist of his two lovers as they joined him and began to walk out of the room. As they walked past the tech that had bumped into them, he was working on one of the consoles near the mainframe room, and Nico once again stared at the bearded man. He still felt something he couldn't quite put his finger on about the man and almost stopped and engaged the man in conversation, but decided against it and continued to the lab facilities one floor down.
As soon as the trio turned the corner, the bearded man tapped a code into the panel and the mainframe room door slid open and he slipped inside.
"About fucking time Charley," the man at the control desk shouted over his shoulder, "this place goes lightweight in less than five and I want to run that diagnostic on the rotation system while it's down."
He had no time to begin his next thought because he felt something thin and sharp bite down across his throat at the same time he felt his air cut off. His eyes went wide and it dawned on him he was being garroted and had very little time to save his own life. His tongue began to protrude from his mouth and he clawed frantically at the thin wire and then at the person behind him, but to no avail. Within seconds the thrashing he was doing began to die down and as his life slipped away he felt his bladder release and his final thought was, 'I've pissed myself mom."
As the body slumped forward the door behind the two men opened and another man walked in, "Keith… what the fuc…?" the new man began to say as the bearded man struck him in the throat with the side of his left hand shattering his trachea and cutting all airflow to his lungs. The man had no time to react as he fell to the floor and began to thrash about in his death throes.
The bearded man dragged each body to a small closet near the back of the room and sealed them both in before sitting down at the control station. He produced a USB drive and placed it into the tower and as soon as the icon popped up on the screen in front of him he opened it and began to work, quickly and with great purpose.
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Sam tried her best to roust Melanie from her drug fueled haze, but she couldn't. Sam sat on one of the bunks and began to formulate a plan when Channing and his troop of sicko's came for them.
'My best option is to wait till that shitbag gets me and Mel to his little "love nest" before I try anything,' she thought as she touched the knife again, finding comfort in its feel and heft, 'I'll have to put up some resistance to keep him off guard, but I'm gonna twist this knife corkscrew style in his thigh till I hit an artery and then cut his pecker off and stuff it in his mouth before he dies. I'll get Freddie his revenge if it kills me.'
The thought of Freddie brought tears to her eyes again. She was unsure of what she was going to do without him or if she even wanted to do anything ever again. A world without Freddie wasn't a world she was sure she wanted to face.
The alarm startled her out of her silent thoughts and made her jump just a little. She looked over at her sister and noticed that she barely even acknowledged it.
"Attention, attention, gravitational rotation will cease in five minutes. Prepare for switch to lunar gravity in five minutes."
Sam sat and waited on the bunk; still making plans for the demise of Nico Channing, when she felt the slight vibration of the floor weaken and then stop all together. She then noticed the sensation of lightness all over her body. She didn't float, but she knew if she were to leap she would collide with the ceiling with great force. It gave her a slight flutter in her stomach almost like nerves. She stood slowly and with almost no effort on her part, she was able to float up and touch the ceiling before gently floating back down.
As she touched down she heard noises outside the door. The sound was muffled, but it sounded like two men talking loudly to each other. Just after it had begun it got quiet again, till the sound of something hitting the door hard startled her. Then she could hear the sound of someone opening the door to enter and she tensed up ready to fight whoever came in for them.
The door slid open and a ghost walked in, a ghost that brought tears to her eyes and lifted her body and soul.
"Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated," Freddie smiled at her, looking very fit for a dead man, "I've got candy little girl if you'll come with me."
Sam attacked him, leaping up and wrapping her legs around his waist, knocking them both to the ground because of the low gravity, and kissing him furiously on the lips, cheeks, and neck as tears rolled down her cheeks.
As they stood up Sam drew her right arm back as far as she could and then punched Freddie in the jaw as hard as she could, "That's for scaring the shit out of me," she helped him up as he rubbed his jaw, and when he was on his feet she punched him as hard as she could in the stomach, "and that's for not letting me know you were alive!"
She extended a hand to help him up, but he waved her off, "I think I'll stay right here for now, at least till you move back away from me," he flashed her "The Grin", the one that he could melt her with, and added, "that shit really hurt Sam. I think you knocked a filling out."
"Now that I know you're alive you're lucky I don't kill you," the fury and rage blending in her voice and eyes along with the definite relief at his resurrection and the overpowering love she felt for him so that she sounded an octave higher in her speech, "I swear if you do that again I WILL kill you."
"You have my word madam; I'll check with you before I die, promise," he grinned at her and got up, "We don't have much time, let's get out of here."
"Give me a hand with Melanie," Sam turned and went back into the cell.
"Jesus, he really worked her over good," Freddie said as her picked Melanie up in his arms. He was as gentle as he could be with her because she looked like a china doll that would crumble if it were handled to rough.
"He had Dessler kill my mother and Dessler still has Jackson somewhere in this place," As she talked and they walked she lifted her sisters hair away from her eyes to see if she was still spaced out. She was.
"I know babe and I'm sorry, but I know where that piece of shits "lab" is located, I checked out the layout of the place while I was jacking the mainframe. What about Al, what did they do with him?"
"Dessler."
She said nothing else and nothing else needed to be said. They made their way down the corridor to a supply room door. Freddie had it open in no time and he sat Melanie down gently and cupped her face and forced her to look at him.
"Mel, honey, its Freddie baby, Freddie," he spoke like he was speaking to a child, slow and clearly, "doll I need you to stay right here for me, ok? No matter what happens, I need you to wait for Sam and me right here. Don't go anywhere, wait right here and we'll come and get you, ok? I need you to acknowledge that you understand me doll, ok? Shake your head or say something to let me know you understand."
For the briefest of seconds he saw a flash of understanding in her eyes and she shook her head yes and then the flash was gone and the blank stare came back and she lowered her head.
"I love you Mel," Sam kissed the top of her sisters head, "We'll get Jackson sis and take care of Channing, I promise."
They sealed the door and began to make their way to the level below where the lab and Dessler's room was.
"I can't believe no one is stopping us," Sam whispered.
"It's like I told you babe, if you act like you know what you're doing people don't notice you," Freddie said in a low tone, "Dessler's room is at the end of this walkway, and the lab is down this branch on the right. We'll get Jackson and Al, swing by and get Mel and get the hell out of here because in about ten minutes or less this place is going to jumping."
"What did you do?"
"I'm gonna get the last laugh," he smiled, "you'll see it's a surprise."
"How did you get here before us and why didn't you come for us?" Sam asked as they walked.
"I couldn't let you know I was alive because my radio was dead, and something had poked a hole in my air hose," he whispered as they walked, "I would have been dead by the time I got to you, I couldn't have changed the air hose there anyway. I held my hand over it and used my suit arm computer to get to the airlock. I figured it would give me a few extra minutes inside and insurance in case he knew we were here."
They reached Dessler's room and Freddie began to work on the keypad lock. After twenty seconds the indicator flashed from red to green and the door slid open to a house of horrors.
They were in a small room with one huge pane of glass that looked into Dessler's own private torture chamber. Freddie could tell by looking at the glass it was a two way mirror and Dessler couldn't see them.
The room had speakers set up in surround sound and they could hear what was going on inside the room, and it chilled both of them to the bone.
Jackson lay on one table strapped down, a vacant look in his eyes. Next to him Al was strapped to another table shouting and cursing Dessler. As he yelled, bloody spittle flew from his mouth and they could see that three of Al's front teeth had been removed. He had been stripped naked and it appeared that the sole of his left foot had been skinned, as it was raw looking and bloody.
Dessler was standing beside Jackson with a beaker of clear liquid in his hand. He picked up the boys right hand and dipped his thumb in the liquid. Jackson screamed and tried to jerk his hand away from Dessler but couldn't. Dessler took the thumb out of the liquid and with a flick of his gloved middle finger shattered Jackson's thumb like so much glass.
"That's liquid nitrogen he's using," Freddie shouted.
Sam let out a primal scream would have shattered normal glass and launched herself at the glass. Whether it was her anger or a defect in the glass, instead of bouncing off the glass like Freddie thought she would, Sam shattered it and entered the chamber. Dessler turned around quickly at the sound and dropped the beaker, spilling its contents on his left boot. As he stepped back to grab a large vivisection knife the left boot shattered mid-foot to the toes, but did no damage to his foot. Before Sam or Freddie, who jumped into the room also, could do anything, Dessler was at the head of Jackson's table with the knife at his throat making a sawing motion.
"Come closer and I'll peel his head right off his neck," Dessler smiled, looking like some hyped up Mephistopheles, his eyes red and impossibly insane in their glee at the carnage he had done.
No one moved, and for a few seconds the room was impossibly still and silent. Eyes darted back and forth, studying each other and looking for a sign of what was going to happen next.
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While the stand-off was taking place in Dessler's room, down the hall in the lab, Nico and the twins watched as the techs mixed the three ingredients together. As he watched he could feel himself getting erect at the sight of it.
'Almost in my grasp," he thought as he fondled Tori's breast with one hand and Tony's penis with the other, 'I'll run the world if I want to.'
"Mr. Channing," one of the masked techs turned to the window separating them, "the mixing is complete. We will bring the containers out of the airlock for you to see before they are loaded."
With the smile of a demon Nico replied, "Excellent."
The tech entered something into the computer he was standing by and then went to the airlock door and punched the code to open the door into the key pad. The steady red light didn't change. The tech looked puzzled and entered the code again, and still the light remained red.
"What the hell?" he muttered under his breath as he punched in the code, much more forcefully this time.
Nico sat up and flipped the mic on that led to the room, "What's the problem?" He had a worried look on his face as he asked the question.
"I can't seem to get the door open," the tech turned to look at Nico through the glass and shrugged his shoulders at him, "It won't accept the code. Can you try it at your end? Maybe the keypad is bad or something."
Nico, Tony, and Tori left the observation room and went to the room where the airlock was. He input the code and the light stayed red, so he tried it again and got the same result.
"Damned odd," he said as he entered his over ride code pressed enter and all hell broke loose.
Every computer in the base went blank for a few seconds and then began to run a video of a tall redheaded pasty white young man dancing very badly to an eighty's pop tune blaringfrom every speaker on the base and began to sing:
Never gonna give you
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
As this happened, a beautiful font script ran through the middle of the screen:
You've Been Rickroll'd
Nico slammed his fist into the keypad and screamed at the top of his voice, "BENSON!"
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The appearance of the video and the blaring of the music set off a chain reaction of events in Dessler's room. In the span of a few seconds, the room became a warzone.
The vibration of the music caused pieces of the two-way glass that hadn't fallen to dislodge and fall to the ground, which added to the music and video acted like gasoline to Dessler's fiery temperament. Before Sam or Freddie could leap at him he slid the vivisection knife neatly through Jackson's throat all the way back to the spinal column. As he did he felt himself climax, a very, very intense orgasm that left him unable to move for a few seconds.
In those few seconds, despite Sam being closer to him, Freddie's powerful legs propelled him in a leap that knocked Dessler down, but not before the vivisection knife was plunged into Freddie's right shoulder, where the scar from Willies' saw blade was at, and driven all the way to the bone. Dessler managed to stand only to be struck again as Sam drove her left foot into his side with a round house kick. Dessler remained standing and reached out with left hand and grabbed her long hair, yanking her backwards toward him as he grabbed a scalpel from its tray and slashed it across her right cheek, digging into the cheekbone.
"I'll carve you like a Christmas ham, slut," he whispered in her ear.
Sam reached out blindly with both hands and closed her left on something from the tray and brought it up and stabbed it into Dessler's hand that held her hair causing him to scream and let her go.
Sam twisted around and managed to grab the pinky finger of his left hand and snap it back against his wrist.
Dessler howled and sliced out with the scalpel again and caught Sam's left hand with a gash from wrist to mid palm, causing her to scream.
Dessler prepared to slash at her throat, which was exposed, when he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his groin. He looked down to see Freddie had taken the vivisection knife out of his shoulder and while still on the floor drove it upwards into the meaty part of Dessler's right inside thigh clipping a part of his tentacle, but missing the main artery by a mere fraction of an inch.
Dessler's howled again, kicking out his half booted left foot and drove the heel of it into the side of Freddie's temple, opening a nasty gash along the ridge above his left eye.
The kick forced Dessler to plant all his weight on his right leg, which still had the vivisection knife stuck in it, and caused him to fall back against the large bench behind him. He stuck his right hand out to catch himself and it slid into the open container of liquid nitrogen up to his wrist. The howl that emerged from his lips sounded like an elephant in full rage. He managed to stay on his feet, but his back slammed into the bench with a wicked sounding thud, and withdrew his now frozen right hand from the liquid.
Sam launched herself at him again and kicked hard at his right hand, which exploded like spun glass into a million pieces around the room.
Dessler, still standing and feeling the heroin coursing thru his veins, slashed out with his left hand and dug the scalpel into her leg before he grabbed at it and twisted her out away from him. This action caused the vivisection knife to dislodge and fall to the floor.
Sam was tossed toward the table where Al was still tied down, and struck his mid-section as she landed. The music had looped and started again as well as the video, and made the whole fight seem surreal and slightly funny to Al. He felt the wind leave him as Sam landed on him and for a second couldn't catch a breath. He looked at Sam as he finally caught his wind and yelled over the noise, "Get me the fuck out of this shit! I want a piece of that shithead!"
By now Freddie was standing and had retrieved the vivisection knife from the floor as Dessler limped back from the table, scalpel still in hand, waving it wildly in front of him. Freddie circled around so that the two were face to face. Blood flowed freely from his shoulder and from Dessler's thigh. The two of them panted and grimaced in pain at each other as they faced off.
Sam began to undo the restraints that held Al down while keeping her eyes on both Freddie and Dessler. As soon as his arms were free, Al began to help undo the other straps a quickly as he could.
"Nowhere to go Dessler," Freddie smiled at him as he waved the large vivisection knife at the one handed killer.
"Keine Mongrel fuhr Bastard wie Sie down eine arische Gott mir Benson Take werden," the scalpel waving back and forth in front of him as he backed away from the table and toward the wall at the far end of the room, knowing Freddie spoke German and understood him, "Valhalla werden nicht mich heute Haus!"
Freddie dived at Dessler, but Dessler side stepped him and touched a stud on the wall and stepped through the opening door as Freddie collided with the wall beside him. The door shut and a strange white mist began to flow into the room from jets in the ceiling. The odor of almonds began to permeate the room quickly.
"Cyanide," Freddie covered his nose and mouth with his hand, "we gotta get the hell out of her, NOW!"
With Sam on one side and Freddie on the other, they lifted Al off the table and sprinted for the wall where the glass had been. Freddie threw Al over his shoulder and picked up Sam, who was limping, and vaulted over the lower part of the wall and opened the door slinging both of them out first before exiting himself and sealing the door.
The music was thundering thru the hallways and the feeling of motion began to pick up in the floor.
"The sound and video will keep playing till the computers lock-up," he yelled to be heard, "and the rotation will slowly build till in about ten minutes everyone will be plastered to the floor till this shithole blows up."
Freddie saw Nico, Tony, and Tori leave the lab and made eye contact with him. Nico sneered at him and yelled something that was lost in thecacophony of the hallway. Freddie tossed Sam his phone and yelled, "Take Al and get Melanie, then follow the diagram on my phone to the bay where the landers are and get one ready for us to take off in," he yelled as he took both her hands in his and kissed her passionately. When he broke it off he started yelling again, "I'm going after Channing and the twins, if I don't make it to the bay in eight minutes, get the hell out of here because I'm not coming."
"Fuck that, I lost you once not again," Sam shouted back at him defiantly, "we all go or none!"
"No Sam, we don't have time for this, I need you to get Al and Melanie out of here, and I can grab another lander and meet you all back at the ship."
Sam shook her head and was about to speak when Al screamed and clutched his stomach before falling back again to the floor.
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Nico and the twins had headed down the hallway toward the landing bay after spotting Freddie and as soon as they reached it he sealed the bay and turned to the twins.
"They'll be here soon babies," his snake charming grin forming on his face, "let's arrange a nice little going away reception for them."
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They both bent to check on Al, who reached up and grabbed Freddie's left ear and Sam's right ear and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Listen you two brats, did it ever occur to either of you that they are headed to the same goddamn place as we are? They only have one option on getting out of here themselves. Now get my ass off this floor, let's get your sister Sam and get to the goddamn landing bay before this place goes up," he gave their ears an extra hard tug and then released them as he put his shoulders around them both.
They blushed at each other and lifted Al and began to sprint toward the closet they had left Melanie in. When the rounded the corner, fighting through the running mass of people, they found the closet open and Mel missing.
"Damn it, I told her to stay here," Freddie pounded the wall with his fist and looked up and down the hallway trying to catch a glimpse of her.
"I'll head up this end of the hall and look for her," Sam started to take off back toward the main control room, but was stopped when Freddie's hand grabbed her arm spinning her around.
He looked at her, a deadly serious gleam in his eyes as he shook his head, "We got less than eight minutes babe," he lowered his head for a second and then met her eyes again, a look of sorrow spread across his features, "It'll take at least a minute to get to the landing bay, we don't have time to find her. I'm sorry!"
Sam felt the hot sting of tears running down her face as she nodded sadly her understanding and began to help Freddie with Al as the fought their way to the landing bay.
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Nico, Tony, and Tori had all armed themselves with pipes, poles, and spikes as they waited for Sam and Freddie to arrive. Standing facing the door to the corridor, none of them noticed the small pathetic figure walking out of the shadows, till she spoke.
"Baby, I need another fix," Melanie held her left arm out shaking like she was standing in foot deep snow.
Channing jerked his head around and looked at her, "I don't have time right now bitch, I'm about to kill your sister and her husband!"
"I'll help baby and even give the three of you a hell of a good ride after," Mel raised her arm again, "if you got that toy I'll even play with their corpses if you like."
"Well, now that has some merit," Nico felt the beginnings of a hard on at the thought and nodded at Tori, "Give the little lady a fix baby. This is going to be fun."
Tori removed a syringe from her jumpsuit and uncapped the needle, ready to give her the shot. As she went to grab Melanie's arm Melanie reached for the syringe and snatched it out of her hands and spun around so that she could stab the woman in the throat and press the stopper down as she screamed, "Want to get high you dirty cunt?"
Tori staggered back, the needle still in her neck as Melanie leaped at Nico, fingers of her right hand extended like claws, scratching at his eyes, the other hand clutching the spike she had taken from Tori's hand and driving it into Channing's groin area, missing his penis and testicles as well as the major organs.
She managed to slip one finger nail into Channing's right eye and raking it across the cornea causing it to bleed.
"Fucking whore," he screamed as he brought the heavy length of pipe down hard on Melanie's head.
The blow stunned her for a second, but because she had wrapped her legs around Nico, she was able to hold on.
He brought the pipe up again, but Melanie put all her weight on the spike and shoved it with all her might till it pierced out under the right buttocks, bringing him screaming to the floor.
As the door opened to the landing bay, Tony turned around and drove the pole he had in his hand into Melanie just above the left shoulder thru her torso and out her ribcage, driving her off Nico, and then quickly pulled it out of her just in time to swing it around and catch Sam with a glancing blow to her left shoulder, sending her sprawling across the bay.
The momentum of the swing left him open to the leap that Al made, grabbing Tony by the waist and driving his fist into the young man's groin with all his might.
"How 'bout I shell those pathetic peanuts for you junior?" Al asked as he punched Tony's groin several more times.
Freddie locked both hands around Channing's throat and pulled him up till they were face to face, Channing's feet not touching the ground.
"Get ready "lover", I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before," Freddie hissed in his face as he threw him head first into one of the side walls of a lander and Nico tore thru it with a grunt and scream.
Sam regained her footing and found herself face to face with Tori. The tall bald woman swung a long thin poled hammer like object and hit Sam just below the gash on her left leg where Dessler had cut her. Sam howled and went down, rolling to her right, and reached out for the wrench lying on the floor.
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Dessler made his way along the secret walkway that ran behind his room, breathing heavily as he did so. He popped several pills and swallowed them dry and he staggered along. The pain was very distant to him, but his rage was very upmost in his mind.
'Fucking Jew loving mongrels,' he thought as he headed for the landing bay, 'must eradicate them all from the world! How dare they attack my person! To lay a hand on God, they will pay for what they have done! I will join with my brother Kurt and help purge the world of you all!'
He ran his left hand up to the eye patch covering his left eye, as pain shot through it quickly and then left. He finally reached the access panel that led to the landing bay. He dry swallowed two more pills and opened the door into a warzone.
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