The 99th Platoon – Escape from Batula's Castle


(A/N Stay tuned readers! It isn't over yet! There's still story to go through and the…bonus chapter! Yes, a BONUS chapter, one not related to E.F.B.C. but one certainly related to the Platoon. Catch y' all later. R & R!)

Chapter 13: The Legacy Falls

The squad down in the sewers saw the amulet, to their horror, heading for a whirlpool!
"NO!!!" cried CoolGuy, but it was too late. The amulet was sucked into the small whirlpool…

Suddenly the surface of the water broke and out swam…

"Hi guys...I would have thought that you would be here, considering that you want to get...the amulet."
FlatFeet spat the amulet onto the concrete and got out of the sewerage next to it. The others got out as well.
They gazed down at the glittering amulet.
"So, what do you do with it?" asked Pyst

"That's an...easy question...you destroy it!!" said FlatFeet, his eyes full of anticipation. "We must hurry! It's almost daytime!"
In one firm motion FlatFeet brought his foot down on the amulet, crushing it into pieces.

"Now let's see the reaction." said Oreos. Chael watched on, fascinated.

FlatFeet smiled, his body glowing a light green. The light grew strangely intense. FlatFeet's body started to change...
His skin and fur returned to their life-filled colour. The marks and chunks where he'd been bitten returned to normal. His whole body filled with life, the life that had been deprived from him…
FlatFeet was alive again!

The squad emerged from the sewers yelling triumphantly. They saw Dark, Sarge and Deja waiting for them to emerge.
"He's back!" the squad shouted with delight.
Dark smiled.
"You're alive."
"So are you."

Suddenly the whispers characteristic to the UnDead hordes were heard…they had to finish the job.
"Chael, with me…Pyst, take the rest and head back to the cars. Shoot anything on sight. We've got to blow this bitch to Hell and make sure they all stay there…"

Sarge and Chael headed back towards the mansion's interior while Pyst turned to see the others.
"Being the trigger-happy psycho that I am, in this situation, I'd normally recommend lots of shooting and killing…"
"Are you going to recommend anything different this time?" Deja asked, already loading her grenade launcher.
Pyst loaded his final ammo belt.
"HELL NO! LET'S GUN DOWN THESE MUTHA BUZZAS!!!"
Oreos sighed, leaving Pyst to do most of the ploughing. For Oreos the mission was already over…
"Oreos…"
Oreos turned round to see Mr. BigWig, rotted and headless. Somehow he was muttering to him.
"You think it's over?! You think you could kill us all?!"
"What you again?!"
"You will all d-"
"SHUTUP!"
"You cheek!"
"DON'T CARE!"
"WHY YOU…"
"DON'T CARE!"
"WHY I'LL…"
"DON'T ******* CARE!"
Oreos armed his last grenade and rammed it through Mr. BigWig's chest. He ran and seconds later Zombie intestines flew overhead.

Pyst noticed a zombie sneaking up on Deja. He fired, taking it down.
"Saved ya ass!" Pyst smirked.
"Yeah, run a tab!" Deja laughed as she pinned a zombie behind Pyst. The Platoon ploughed through the uprising UnDead. With the Amulet smashed and Batula's control over them lost the Zombies were rioting…
CoolGuy, Twisted and ILZ had given up on firearms and were now fighting close combat. With a punch from his spiked knuckles CoolGuy sent a Zombie head flying towards Twisted. Twisted reacted by punching it with his fist…as it soared upwards ILZ leapt up sideways and spiked it to earth.
"Volley!"
They laughed.

Mon carried the still recovering Stealth under his shoulder as they made their way after Pyst. Mon was armed with his scalpel, the only weapon he had left. His guns hung about him, empty. A hand shot out from beneath the ground and clasped his ankle. He fell to the ground, trying to hack his way out, but to no avail.
"Stand still Mon!"

*ka-swing!*

RedStorm's bladed staff tore the scrambling hands off Mon. Mon helped Stealth to his feet and looked at RedStorm.
"That's ok," RedStorm smiled. "You can buy me a beer."

"There's too many! We need an exit now!" Pyst yelled. Squeaky's eyes lit up as he held his last can of paraffin. He placed it near the castle wall and ran back.

"SOMEBODY!"

Oreos reached for his Walther PPK. Dark looked at him smiling. He covered his ears.
"99TH!"
The Platoon turned to look at Oreos. They stepped away from the wall. Oreos aimed…
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
The can exploded blowing a small hole in the castle wall. They scrambled outside searching for something to block the exit with. Deja ran off only to return seconds later with Sarge's car.
Everyone eyed her as she reversed the automobile against the hole. The Zombies could be heard scratching away at the car on the other side, but to no avail. She stepped outside, swinging the keys round her finger. She smiled.
"He can borrow mine."
"Oh yeah."
"That's right."
"Of course."
"Yup."

Chael and Sarge stared at the giant double doors that had first led them into this mess. The mansion had a different feeling about it in the early morning twilight.
"We've got to hurry Chael…we need to gut these bastards." He motioned towards the Zombies that were milling aimlessly around the grounds.
Using his final shotgun cartridge Sarge blew a hole in the lock. The door swung open in its mysterious fashion.
They ran, heading for the heart of Batula's Castle…the Grinder Room.
Chael fixed a bar of soap, a vial containing a clear blue liquid and a short fuse. He set the bomb in motion.

"Chael!" Sarge panted as they ran away from the doomed building, "What was in that tube?"
"Modified Nitro-glycerine!"
"I'm getting too old for this shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-!!!"

They leapt out of the iron gates and were propelled forward by an intense shockwave.

The house exploded in a ball of blue flame that raced towards the edges of the grounds…every monster, every zombie, was eradicated. Batula's 'Legacy' the Legacy of the Children of the Night went up in smoke…

The Sun rose victoriously over the East…

Behind them the house collapsed with a gratifying *crunch!*. Sarge grabbed his back in pain as he sat upright. They had all gathered around him.

Chael brushed dirt off his pants and looked up at Sarge. He placed his wrap-around shades on, smiling.
Oreos' tuxedo would need serious dry cleaning…but he still managed to laugh.
Dark knelt down, every limb in his body aching. He looked at Sarge with his violet irises, nodding.
Pyst laughed his usual psychotic laughter, finally letting his weapon fall to the ground with a clatter.
Twisted wiped Zombie gore off of his fingers and looked at the rising sun. He had lived to see morning.
ILZ lit his final cigarette. He placed it between his lips…then threw it to the ground. He would quit today.
RedStorm twisted the middle compartment of his staff. The blades sucked into their slots. He looked up.
Squeaky struggled to free himself from the last of his bandages. Suddenly free, he breathed the crisp morning air.
CoolGuy ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. He removed his sunglasses and enjoyed the morning rays.
Stealth suddenly stirred on Mon's shoulder. He blinked once or twice. Mon handed him his sword.
"Did I miss anything?" he asked. Mon laughed heartily and shook his head.
FlatFeet took out his wallet and removed Cherry's photo from inside of it. He held it close to his forehead.
Deja leaned against Sarge's shoulder and sighed. She was exhausted.
"So…is this what you guys do at every dinner party?"
A round of laughter burst from everyone's lungs.
"Actually…yeah…" said Sarge smiling.

"Platoon…let's go home…"
Sarge's car, worse for wear, was still driveable. Five in his Squirrelac, five in Chael's ride and four in ILZ's cab…they drove away from the Ruins and headed towards home and a good days sleep…