The 99th Platoon – Escape from Batula's Castle
(A/N No comment? Frankly I don't really think there's much to say. Just read
it, enjoy it, review it if you wish. I'm trying to finish this off once and for
all, so I'm really just running out of notes to give. Maybe the mix between
extreme action and subtler humour won't work, but I'll try it anyway. Nothing
ventured; nothing gained.)
Chapter 12: The Last Vampire
Stealth and Dark looked around, stunned. They were on the roof of the mansion,
and as was common, it was larger when you were actually there. It was almost
like a small arena.
A lightening bolt tore through the sky and clouds gathered over them. Dark
looked upwards to feel the first drops of water on his face.
In a thunderous rumble the Count and a number of Vampires, some large, some
small, appeared opposite the Ninja and the Panther. It was obvious that the
Count had summoned the storm to block out the ever-approaching daylight.
Dark looked at the Vampires.
"Is this all you got?" Dark asked, removing his coat. Stealth rolled back the
sleeves of his shirt. He tightened his belt. In one swift motion he drew his
blade and discarded the sheath.
"Ve are ze last of our kind. I have gathered ze Vampires here…ve are ze best…ve
shall use you and your friends to spread ze Vampire legacy to ze world…" He
laughed. "You fool. Do you really think two of you can contend vith my vill? It
iz time for you to stop."
Dark and Stealth took up defensive positions, preparing for the oncoming
attack.
The Count's upper lip curled backward. He made a motion with his hand.
"Kill zem…"
Mon ran through the upper floors searching for the Amulet. Suddenly he stopped.
"Uh, hey...wait a sec....where's everyone else?"
He saw no one. He was lost. He turned to leave the room he had walked into and
found the door locked behind him.
"Ooooookay.....HELLO!?!?"
*LLO?*
*LLo?*
*Llo?*
*llo?*
"This is getting freaky. Think...Think…Think...thinkthinkthinkthink… Wait a
sec, my radio! Of course!" He bent down and fiddled with the knobs. Suddenly to
his dismay he discovered that he was once again in the possession of the busted
radio.
*In other news, Weasel Mob Leader, Don Weaso, was taken out of his office and
spanked with pig fat rubbed on his buttocks. When asked to comment-*
"This is supposed to be a broadcasting radio...riiiight…" He looked at the
stairway ahead of him. "Well that looks like the only place to go. And since
there are no signs of the UnDead around…"
*HISSSSS!*
"Uh oh."
The Vampire Pyst had shot in the 'dark room' wasn't as dead as Pyst thought.
Suddenly it hissed at Mon.
"Well look at what I have here, a soldier from the Platoon. Your gun totting
friend gave me quite a sore back there…it's time to return the favour…"
Mon didn't hear any of that. He was forming a plan. At the banquet, before Hell
broke out, he had stuffed his face with plenty of garlic-laced foods.
Gulping down air he belched long and hard in the Vampire's face. The Vampire
laughed.
"Didn't you learn any manners?" It sniffed. "Garlic burp!?
GaaAAaRrRgggHHhHhh!!" It coughed and spluttered as the powerful; overwhelming
essence burnt its lungs out. It fell to the floor, shrivelling up like a dried
prune until it was nothing but a sack of skin and then…nothing. Mon rubbed his
stomach.
"Garlic. Never go into a UnDead infested place without it..."
Four Vampires leapt at Dark. They hissed, and the Count sent the other three at
Stealth.
Dark shoved a stake in the first, whirling left and shoving his sword into the head
of the second. Both fell to the ground as dust, and the Dark Flame growled low,
staring the last two down.
The minion Vampire let out a war cry and ran at the Panther. A blur of silver
was seen, and the sword ended up lodged in the Vampire's eye. The Vampire fell
to dust, and Dark picked up his sword. His eyes now mere slits, the Panther
dashed at the last of the Vampires. He ducked a punch, and slashed open the
Vampire's gut. Roaring he impaled its heart.
Stealth's style of fighting was different to Dark's. It was almost an art form,
each motion well revised and thought out. He slashed his final targets head
off, a thin line of blood splashing across his shirt. Stealth didn't use
silver; he merely went for the two 'kill zones' that still applied to a
Vampire; the heart and the head.
He turned; ready to take on the Last Vampire now that they had eliminated the
minions.
"Stealth! Look out!" Dark warned. But it was too late. The Count, the last of
his line, the only one of his race, reached into the unholy deposit of strength
he carried in his blood and smashed Stealth in the back. He went flying off the
roof, screaming in pain.
The Count snatched Stealth's sword.
"Ve are both ze last of our kind…zere are no more Hunters…and no more
Vampires…"
"It ends Batula. Here."
They lunged at each other.
Twisted and ILZ charged into the Grinder room.
"I and I saw's 'im go in 'ere!"
"Where the heck did he go?"
ILZ knelt to examine the blood around the grinder. It was fresh.
"Oh, no mon…I 'av'an idea of wot happ'd!"
"Pyst? Where the hell are you?!"
There was no answer.
"Ho boy..."
"Firs' Fla'Feet, no' Pyst!"
"He was a great guy, although I'd never say that in front of his face..."
ILZ and Twisted gave a quick salute.
"Don't party just yet guys!"
ILZ and Twisted look up to see Pyst hanging onto an out stretched line of duct
tape, which was stuck to a broken support beam. Pyst swung on the duct tape and
landed in front of ILZ and Twisted. He kissed the roll of duct tape.
"This stuff saved my ass more times than I can remember!"
"A'ight mon! Ya made it!"
"What happened?"
"A little family reunion. My dumb **** head brother got grinded into a bloody
pulp."
Pyst stood in front of the grinder.
"AIN'T THAT RIGHT? YOU STUPID **** SUCKING ASS ******!!!"
"I take it you guys didn't get along?"
"Hell no! Alright, let's find that amulet and save F.F.!!!"
Squeaky and Mon met ILZ, Twisted and Pyst on the upstairs landing.
"Any luck?" Squeaky asked.
"Nope."
"Damn!"
"Watch your mouth ****head!" Pyst yelled.
"**** you piss-face!"
"Yeah well shove it up your *** ****nut!"
"****-sucker!"
"*****-hound!"
"****-for-brains!"
"Boy," Twisted whispered, "Playing Scrabble DOES teach them new words…"
Deja and Sarge stood in the cemetery tending to the fallen Stealth. From down
on the ground the fight was merely a battle between two blurs, with the
occasional flash of silver coming from between them. Deja looked at Sarge.
"He'll be ok." She propped Stealth up leaving him to recover. She looked at the
roof.
"It's up to him now…" Sarge whispered. Deja nodded. They watched on…
Chael and Oreos worked their way from room to room searching for the Amulet.
Their ammo was running low now, after hours of intense fire fights…they opened
the next door and stared in horror at the larger than average Zombie waiting
for them.
They raised their weapons and pulled the trigger…
*cl-click-click*
"...Need a little...help guys?..."
FlatFeet lunged at the Zombie from behind, gnawing its neck with his razor
sharp teeth. The beast fell to the floor, squirming as FlatFeet began tearing
chunks out of its head. Suddenly he stopped and spat.
"Ugh! I will never get used...to this" he groaned.
"Thanks Josh," said Chael.
"No problem," FlatFeet replied, "But I should be going. I'm starting
to see you...as a marinated medium rare Oreos Steak, with Chael...on the side!"
"Uuhhh...maybe you should go FlatFeet," said Oreos with concern. FlatFeet left
the room, his teeth chattering away behind.
"Man, we really have to save him. He's starting to see us as food!"
"Daylight's in a couple of hours…we've got to hurry."
They set off again in their search for the Count's Amulet.
"You are forgetting something." The two duellers stood back, their blades at
their sides.
"What?"
The Count reached deep into his robes and drew the Amulet with his free hand.
He laughed menacingly.
"I still have your friend hostage…"
"Thanks Count. I was looking for that."
In one swift motion Dark had sliced off Batula's hand. The Amulet, with
Batula's aged hand still attached to it, fell off the roof.
Batula roared in pain, cradling his stump. His wrath doubled, he lunged at Dark
with a new born fury.
Everyone had gathered to watch the final showdown. When the emerald green
medallion was thrown off the roof they all lunged towards it.
"I got it!" Pyst dove and slid across the grass. He reached for the amulet as
it slowly fell towards the sewer drain.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Pyst just snagged the chain of the amulet.
"YES! I got it! Who da man?! WHO DA MAN?!" Pyst stood up. The amulet snagged
the side of the sewer drain. The chain slipped out of Pyst's hand and the
amulet fell into the castle's sewerage system.
"Oops..."
"You stupid idiot!!!" RedStorm swore.
"Now we gotta go after it!" CoolGuy groaned.
"Relax guys, what could possibly be trying to kill us in the sewers?"
Pyst kicked the sewer drain open. He noticed a ladder on the side and reached
for it. Suddenly a giant clawed hand grabbed him by his chest and dragged him
inside.
"JEE-ZUZ!!!" Pyst yelled from down below. "MUTHA FU-"
*RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT*
*SCREEEEE!!!*
*RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT*
*SIROOW!!!*
*RAT-TAT-TAT*
*RAT-TAT-TAT*
*RAT-TAT-TAT*
*click-click*
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!*
"That's not all I got ya bastard!!!"
*BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM*
"Alright guys! It's clear to come down!"
The Count had lost his focus now…whatever foul concoction or incantation had
brought the storm was no longer being supported by an iron will…
The clouds parted just as the first rays of daylight seeped over the horizon.
The Count swiped his sword at the panther's neck. DarkFlame made a swift duck
and roll. He brought his blade up to meet Batula's. They clashed again. Sparks
flew from the two blades. Dark sprung back. As soon as his feet hit the ground,
he lunged forward. The sun suddenly dazzled Batula as its first rays gleamed in
his eyes.
"I vas ze last…" he whispered.
Blood covered the ground as Dark took off the Count's head.
He picked up Stealth's sword, lifting both blades into the air triumphantly and
roared as sunlight began flooding the land once more…
"Good job soldier…" said Sarge breathing with relief.
