Hmm... the reviews seriously went down. I lost some supporters, which is a little depressing, but as long as the good reviews keep coming, I'll keep writing. I hope you're all ready for one hell of a thrill ride, with blood and gore galore! Here it is, Evil's Shadow: Chapter 13.
Chapter 13: Massacre
A grin spread over his lips as the lights shone on him from the cop cars. The police had their guns raised, pointed directly at his head, chest, and stomach, ready to open fire should he attempt any sudden movements.
'Fools,' Shadow thought to himself, almost laughing at the police as they stood behind their cars. 'As if they stand a chance against the Son of Tolecnual! If the Turian police couldn't restrain me, what makes these primitive creatures believe that they can?'
"Don't move!" the police sergeant barked into the megaphone, amplifying his voice and making it sound mechanical. "We have you surrounded! Put your... 'hands' up, come quietly, and we won't have any problems!"
Shadow–his paws at his sides and clenched into fists–merely looked around at the police that swarmed the outside of the library through narrow eyes, the evil grin still plastered on his face. "I said put your 'hands' up, or we will be forced to open fire!" the police sergeant bellowed. With a toothy grin, Shadow raised his arms up into the air in a gesture of mock surrender. "Good. Now you stay there, and we'll come cuff ya, okay?"
One of the police officers began to approach Shadow, handcuffs at the ready.
'Wait for it... wait for it...' Shadow said to himself, letting the cop come closer and closer. Just as the officer was about to put the cuffs on the demon experiment, however, Shadow vanished.
The police officer with the handcuffs stared at the spot where Shadow once stood. He was not the only one memorized, however; every last one of the officers at the scene of the crime looked this way and that, searching for the creature that was once right in front of their eyes.
"Where did he go?" the officer with the cuffs called back to the sergeant. The sergeant merely shrugged.
There was a sudden, sharp cry of pain, and the officers swivelled their heads around just in time to see one of their comrades lifted high into the air. There four long, red spikes protruding from his chest, blood dripping from the tips of each one. He proceeded to shriek in pain as Shadow reappeared, using his psychic powers to levitate in the air. He reached down, grabbed hold of one of the officer's legs, and, with a sharp tug, tore it off, blood pouring from the stump protruding from his body and the dismembered leg. One of the cops below vomited as he was splashed with his fellow officer's blood. Shadow then reared the leg back, and, with one swift motion, struck the police officer on the side of the head, snapping his neck and killing him instantly, his screams of terror and pain ceasing abruptly.
There was a long pause, the police officers–some covered in blood–stared up with mouths a gap at the floating demon as he used his foot to push the corpse off of his claws, letting it fall to the ground with a sickening thud. The cops' eyes followed the body as it fell, stared at it for a spell, before looking back up at Shadow, his arms crossed and his teeth showing in a toothy grin.
"Open fire!" the sergeant screamed.
The police then began to shoot at Shadow. However, this time, he didn't move. He didn't dodge or teleport; he just levitated there. He let the bullets fly into him, piercing his flesh and letting the cold, lime green blood ooze out of his wounds. The fire suddenly stopped, and Shadow allowed himself to fall towards the ground, landing merely thirty feet away from the officers.
One of the officers approached Shadow cautiously, his gun still raised, ready for anything that might come his way. Shadow opened his left eye a crack and looked at the approaching cop as he healed his wounds using his psychic powers. A smile spread over his face, and he kicked himself up onto the ground. The officer let out a yelp of surprise and stumbled back, tripping over a root sticking out of the ground and landing on his rear, dropping his gun as he fell.
Shadow threw his head to the right, then to the left, each movement emitting the crack of bone. He looked at the cop sitting on the ground, fear in his eyes, his breath quick.
"Feeble..." the demon spat. He shook his head and chuckled to himself as he did. "My turn." he hissed venomously, sending a chill down every officers' spine.
With one quick, rapid movement, Shadow kicked off of the ground, propelling himself merely inches over the downed officer. He reached down with his claws just as he passed over the cop's head, sending the spikes of his claws in through the officer's jaw, and tearing his head open in four different places, an explosion of blood erupting from the downed cop's head.
Shadow landed on the ground half way between the dead officer and half way between the rest of the police force. They raised their guns, but it was a useless attempt; Shadow was too fast. He propelled himself off of the ground yet again, this time forming a hatchet in his paw as he flew through the air. He knocked one of the nearest officers to the ground, landing on his chest. He raised the hatchet high above his head.
"No...!" the officer cried out in horror. It was to no avail. Shadow embedded the miniature weapon right in the middle of the cop's face, blood gushing out of his new found wound.
The rest of the Maui Police Force aimed their guns and began to unload their magazines. Shadow teleported just in time, not letting a single bullet hit him this time. He was nowhere to be seen. The police looked around in fright, trying to see where the monstrosity would have gone.
"We're all gonna die..." one of the officers whispered to the rest of the force, which was forming a tight circle.
"Come on, John, pull yourself together," his comrade to the left whispered back. John was near tears, a look of pure terror and sorrow twisted on his face.
"It's gonna kill us. It's gonna kill us all. I know it. Not one of us is gonna live. Not one!" John said, slightly louder this time. There was no sign of any other living life form other than the police themselves, but that didn't mean that it wasn't still there, waiting. Watching.
"John, shut up!", the cop to his right whispered. John wasn't really annoying him so much as he was scaring him.
There was a rustling in the bushes right in front of John.
"It's there! IT'S THERE!!" he yelled, running from the circle and letting out a war cry.
"No! You fool!!" the sergeant yelled after his doomed officer.
John ran into the bushes until his fellow officers were unable to spot him. There was gunfire, and then silence. All of the police focused on the spot where John had disappeared.
A hush fell over the group, every officer holding their breath. Just then, there was the sound of ripping flesh, a splatter of blood, and a horrible, blood curdling scream. The police force stared into the darkness, straining to see. They focused on the darkness, awaiting to see what evil awaited them in the forest.
They spotted something fall from the canopy of the palm tree forest. It didn't fall to the ground, however. It stopped halfway down. It appeared to be a human being, something tied around it's neck.
"What the hell is that?" one of the officers whispered. His question was answered when his comrade to the right pulled out a flashlight, flipped it on, and shone it in the direction of the unidentified hanging object. What they saw shocked them.
It was John. His uniform and skin had been removed. There was a large whole in his abdomen, from which a steady stream of dark red blood flowed. He was hanging by his neck from a branch on one of the trees, his own intestines serving as his noose.
"Oh my God..." a female officer towards the middle whispered. Another officer in the back began to vomit. One officer stepped forward a few paces, halfway between the beginning of the bushes and the rest of the squad. He squinted at the hanging, skinless chunk of meat. Upon closer inspection, There was a slit in John's stomach area, as if another organ had been removed.
"His stomach's missing." the officer said. His comrades looked at each other, murmuring amongst themselves.
"But if his stomach's gone, where did it go? Why would it have been taken out?" an officer in the front asked.
"I don't know." The officer nearest John replied, shrugging. What happened next was so sudden, so unexpected and unpredictable, that not one officer had enough time to prevent it. Shadow appeared behind the officer, John's stomach in his claws. He managed to stretch the organ over the officer's head, not only suffocating him, but letting the stomach acid that remained in John's organ eat away at the flesh on his comrade's face.
A horrible, muffled scream erupted from the stomach over the officer's head. He dropped his gun, his arms flailing, trying to remove the digestive organ from his cranium. At the sight of Shadow, however, the other officers began to open fire, trying to hit the demon. Some of their bullets missed their target, and flew into the forest and lighting speeds, while others embedded themselves in the dying officer's person, causing him to fall to the ground. He writhed in pain for a moment before all movement stopped.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
Shadow appeared in the middle of the circle of policemen and women, and his next attack was swift. He launched himself off of the ground, a dagger forming in his paw. He embedded it in one officer's stomach, the blade vertical. He tore upwards sharply, forming a large gash in his victim's torso. The Demon of Turo reached inside, grabbed hold of the officer's lungs, and brutally tore them from his body. He threw the organs aside as the officer fell to the ground, dying shortly afterward.
The monster then leapt onto another unfortunate policeman's chest, shoving the entire length of his claws down into his torso. The officer screamed in agony as crimson geysers shot from the wounds in his person. Shadow retracted his claws and let the cursed soul fall, using the officer's person to propel himself to his next victim.
Two kamas formed in Shadow's paws as he flew towards the only female officer in the squadron. He sank his bladed weapons deep into her abdomen, cutting and slicing away at her elaborately until he was able to firmly grasp her and part her from her entire reproductive system. It took the demon merely seconds to find what he was looking for, a delectable treat he rarely had the privilege to feast on: a fetus. And to his delight, there were two of them. He plucked them from the chunk of meat and popped them into his foul mouth, chewing and gnawing away at them prior to swallowing. As his female victim fell, he leapt from the ground yet again, flipping through the air towards his next victim.
He landed on the shoulders of yet another policeman, his stomach on the back of the officer's head. He made another dagger appear in his paw. He raised it high above his head and brought it down hard and fast, letting it sink deep into the neck of his latest victim. Blood flew from the newfound wound in the officer's neck, coating and drenching his fellow law enforcers in a blood-red suit. He retracted the blade and set it against his victim's shoulder. With quick, violent motions, he began to saw away at the officer's arm, blood oozing from the cut as the blood-soaked blade sliced through bone and meat until it was finally severed. Shadow let the poor soul fall, the policeman's hand on the gash in his neck and blood pouring from the stump that was once his arm.
Shadow launched himself from the dying officer and landed on the ground in front of another one. He focused all his concentration on his next victim's head. He held his paw out in front of him, and focused. His eyes and the spot on his forehead began to glow a turquoise color as the officer's body was lifted into the air. His body stiffened his arms and legs held out so he resembled a star. His body began to shake, and he began to scream. Every eye on the force watched in horror as their comrade's left arm was ripped out of its socket, showering the police below with blood. Next, his right arm flew from his person, as did his legs. Finally, with one last, ear piercing scream, his head was flung from his body, flying into the tropical forest beyond them, a trail of blood following it like the tail of a comet. The torso fell to the ground, a sickening thud being emitted upon impact.
Shadow then turned his attention to another man in blue that was standing behind him. He smiled as he noted the wet stain in the crotch area of the police officer's pants. He squatted as low as he could to the ground, drawing energy into his short legs. Then, with one swift push off of the ground, Shadow turned himself into a live torpedo, flying toward his next unfortunate victim. Without slowing down, he flew right through the officer, blood and meat exploding from his back as a large, gaping hole was all that was left of his torso. Shadow, now covered in blood with a bit of human meat hanging from his ear, turned to see the cop teeter ever so slightly before falling to the ground, a pool of crimson forming around the fresh corpse.
The Demon of Turo turned around just in time to see another officer raise his gun and aim it at Shadow's head. Just before the officer let a shot fly, Shadow teleported. The confused victim looked all around him, not finding a bit of evidence as to whether the monster was even there or not to begin with. Suddenly, he felt a horrible pain, and threw his head back and screamed. He looked back down to see a large hole in his torso, and felt something wrap around his heart. He let out one last final breath as the red organ was brutally ripped from his person, and he fell backwards. Shadow reappeared and let the heart fall to the ground.
Shadow looked to his left just in time to see one last officer taking off in the direction of the beach, trying to make a run for it. He smiled deviously as he shook his head. And with that, he teleported.
He reappeared just in front of the escaping cop, and caused him to stop dead in his tracks, a look of absolute terror plastered on his face. Two sai appeared in the demon's paws, and he didn't hesitate to commence filling his body full of tiny holes. Shadow worked rapidly, going lightning fast, stabbing the officer with the sai on every square inch of his torso, his uniform turning a dark red and blood poured from every tiny hole that was made. Shadow then raise the sai high above his head, ready to stab. He brought them down hard, right into the officer's eyes, going through the organs and piercing his brain. He fell to the ground with a sickening thud, twitching violently as he died a most horrible death.
Shadow teleported back to the squadron's cars, just in time to see the sergeant yank a shotgun out from the back of a black and white car, aiming it at the Demon of Turo, sweat running down his face, preparing to fire.
But Shadow was quicker.
He was in front of the sergeant in a matter of two seconds, and he knocked the gun out of the officer's hands. He then dug his claws into the sergeant's torso, grabbing hold of his liver and tearing it from the victim's person. He reached in again, and removed his stomach. Blood exploded with each violent removal. Shadow reached in again, and tore out the officer's lungs with brutal force. He reached in a fourth time, tearing the spleen from it's safe haven. He reached in a fifth time, ripping the heart from his chest cavity. Shadow then rammed his paw into the sergeant's abdomen and began to pull out his intestines, grabbing and re-grabbing and pulling out as hard as he could, as if playing tug 'o war. Once the entire length of the intestines were removed from the sergeant's person, he leapt up onto his shoulders and shoved his entire claw in the human's mouth. The sergeant was too weak to do anything, too weak to fight or bite down. He had already lost a significant amount of blood.
Shadow then leaned right down next to the sergeant's ear, and whispered ever so softly: "Look for me in hell, my friend."
And with that, he tore the sergeant's brain from his cranium.
Shadow leapt off and surveyed the area. More than ten bodies littered the immediate area. He smiled to himself as he reached down and picked up the still beating heart of the police sergeant, taking a bite out of it as if it were an apple.
His head shot up as he heard a familiar voice coming from one of down the street. He instantly recognized it as the little girl's.
He saw the little Hawaiian girl round the corner first.
"C'mon! The police should be right over-" she was cut off by the sight of bodies, blood, and organs all over the ground. Shadow had to fight to keep his laughter in as she went pale, and began to vomit right where she was.
"Lilo! What wrong?" a voice called out in broken English. The little blue experiment, 626, or Stitch, rounded the corner next, running on all fours. He stood up on his hind legs and surveyed the area, eyes wide and mouth agape as he looked from body to body. Shadow snickered to himself, and laughed as he got a deviously funny idea.
"626? I'm surprised to see you," he called out, grabbing Stitch's attention. "I would think you would be -ahem- too busy to show." He finished, making and "O" shape with his paw and moving it in an up and down motion.
Stitch growled and turned red at Shadow's comment, wanting to attack him but keeping his cool.
"I'm assuming he's here," another voice called out, a more elegant and sophisticated voice.
'It... it couldn't be...' Shadow said to himself, his eyes wide as his nemesis, 085 (or Ray, as Lilo had named him), came walking up from behind them. Shadow smirked and put his paws on his hips as Ray turned the corner and spotted him. He hadn't expected his arch nemesis to appear, but it was no matter; he had obtained his powers, and there was nothing that Ray could do to defeat him.
"Hello, Ray." he said with a devious grin.
"Hello, Shadow. Long time no see. I thought I killed you on Turo." Ray said nonchalantly. Shadow chuckled.
"Apparently not." he retorted.
"Damn shame." Ray said, his face unfaltering.
Shadow glanced between the three of them, knowing full well what they had come to attempt to accomplish. They were going to try and kill him; any idiot could have figured that out. But it was no concern of his; not even 085, one of the most intelligent of Jumba's experiments, knew what it was that could kill him. Still, Shadow figured that he would humor the trio, at least for a little while. After all, he needed to test out the extent of his powers. Plus, if he killed just one of them, he would be bestowed upon him his father's ultimate gift: the gift of immortality.
"I know why you have come," Shadow said, "but the final battle of Armageddon cannot take place in battlefield littered strewed with corpses. So how about this: meet me onto of Konono Peak in three minutes." he said, pointing to the south.
"Konono Peak!? But that's a mile away!" Lilo cried.
"Then I suggest you get going now, because if you don't show after the time has expired, I'm going to make my next kill a lot... closer... to home," Shadow said with a smile, "three minutes." he said again, raising three of his claws. And with that, he teleported.
"Come on!" Ray shouted, taking off in the southern direction. "We have to prevent him from ending another life at all costs!"
Stitch took Lilo onto his back. She hugged her arms around his neck, tight enough to hold on, but loose enough so he could breathe easily. The little blue experiment began sprinting to the south, with Ray hot on his heels.
They vaulted over fences, run up walls, and leapt from rooftop to rooftop.
By the time the trio was near Konono Peak, Stitch and Ray were exhausted. They made it there just in time to see Shadow begin to teleport again. They raced to the top of the hill, determined to catch him. But he didn't see them, and instantly vanished before there eyes.
"Hey! Shadow cheated!" Lilo complained.
"N... no... he didn't..." Ray said, placing his paws on his knees and trying desperately to catch his breath. "Though Shadow is a homicidal psychopath, he always keeps his word."
"So, where did he go?" Lilo asked.
"Well, he said his next kill is going to be 'close to home'." Ray responded. The three of them sat and pondered for a moment before Stitch's head shot up, his jet black eyes wide as saucers.
"THE HOUSE!!" he screamed. Lilo's eyes went wide, her mouth falling wide open and her hands coming up to cover them. Ray looked up in shock at what his cousin had just said. As the horror of Shadow's plan finally sank in, Lilo mounted Stitch again, and the two experiments jettisoned back north, their fatigue completely forgotten, being replace by pure terror.
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Well, I hope you guys liked that. I'm sorry it took so long to update. Just as I promised, blood and gore galore. Please R&R. (I hope some of the original readers of this are still following along and give a response)...