Chapter 24
That other world was marked with black lights and strobes. A different soundtrack played in it too, gone was Manson's Personal Jesus, replaced by Birthday Massacre's Lover's End. Some where there was a fog machine and the white smoke added a theatrical eeriness to the new world.
Over the music, Joe could detect the sounds of orgies and domination, and for the first time he was glad he couldn't see anything. It was going to take him sometime to ride his mind of the entire freak show he'd put himself in.
Missy, however, seemed fascinated by the goings on. Her eyes darted from place to place trying to catch glimpse of what was happening. Not for some perverted sense of interest, but because there was something familiar about this place, something that almost frightened her.
…Face distorted, fuzzy and out of focus…growing shadow…shadows, only shadows… fell into shadow…Distorted… distorted, fuzzy and out of focus… dark and twisted… beckoned…shadows fell into shadows…growing shadow…growing fuzzy…out of focus…dark and twisted…woe to you…woe to you two…game…dark and twisted…face distorted, growing shadow…beckoned…game…woe…game an woe….
"Are you alright?" Maggie asked Missy as she pushed her forward.
Missy startled and quickly glanced around before breathing a sigh of relief, "I'm fine. The shadows and smoke are getting to me."
Maggie smiled, "They always do. We're heading to the ice box, that's where the High Order are. They're the ones who you're allowed to talk to."
Missy nodded and continued to make her way through the fog until she came upon a doorway that lead into what she could only describe as a black hole.
Shadows fell into shadows… shadows, only shadows… dark and twisted….
Suddenly every alarm that Missy had went off and she did not want to go in the 'ice box.' But with Joe ahead of her bravely going in and Maggie behind her, pushing her forward she really didn't have a choice. So she took a deep breath and entered the shadows….
Frank was half asleep. He hated stake outs with a passion. In fact, it was safe to say he loathed them. Nothing ever happened on stake outs. It was like the bad guys knew that they were being watched and decided to play it safe. Stake outs were the worst form of torture that Frank could imagine, and he was starting to reconsider letting Joe take his place.
"Then again, Joe would be insane by now," Frank mumbled to the steering wheel as he stretched.
A movement caught his attention in front of the former funeral home. A man, a big man with a very, very ugly scar that went from eye brow to the corner of his mouth had just come into view. He was dressed in an old fashioned funeral director's outfit and was preparing to put on a scarecrow like mask. But before he could, Frank managed to snap a few pictures off.
"Well, well, well, Kyle, seems you know these 'Goth kids' better then you let on."