Disclaimer: I do not own Nightwalker, Hellboy or Evil Dead. Thanks to the
creators of all 3 for such an amazing product, especially Sam Raimi, the
best director in the world in my humble opinion. I do own Steven Wood, who
is my creation. All other characters are property of their respective
owners.
The Necronomicon Affair:
A Nightwalker, Hellboy, Evil Dead crossover
Chapter 3: Fugitive
That night, Shido had a very strange dream. He dreamed that he was looking at a tiny island, it was covered in monolithic stones that reminded him of Stonehenge. He saw that the island was covered with peopleas well, as he drew closer, he realized that they seemed to be wearing Nazi uniforms. They were surrounding another man with a thick black beard, wearing a robe embroidered with a most unusual design. It was a pentagram surrounded by concentric circles, and in the center was a symbol that looked like a dragon. However odd his clothes were, the complex grouping of electrodes on his arms were stranger. He was chanting something that Shido couldn't make out. Then he stopped and a staff he had been holding broke in two. Shido watched, as the man seemed to argue with one of the Nazis. Shido wondered what this bizarre dream could possibly mean.
RINGRINGRINGRING!!!! Guni twitched and look over in annoyance at the thing that had roused her. Wasn't Riho supposed to answer it? Guni lay there for a moment and hoped the darn thing would shut up and the caller would get back later. After about the tenth ring she realized this wasn't happening and went to wake Riho. On the way she glanced outside, the sun was slowly setting in the west. Guni banged on the coffin lid, nothing. "Darn", she thought as she flew back to the phone, "looks like I get secretary duty now." She grunted as she struggled to lift the reicever and finally suceeded in getting it on the desk, Riho would have to hang it up. "Hello?" Guni had to speak into the reciver and and then dash to the speaker to get the answer. As she listened, a look of pure horror writhed across her features like serpent.
"SHIDO! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!" Shido woke up to the sensation of tiny hands slapping his cheeks. He had just enough time to croak out a "huh?" before Guni literally grabbed his eylashed and jerks his lids open. "OW! Guni? What is it?" When he saw the look on her face, he knew something very bad was happening "what's wrong?" "The phone!" she answered shakily pointing in its direction. He walked to his desk and lifted the receiver with a sensation of mounting dread. "Hello?" It was Yayoi. "Shido! Listen to me, do you know Mary-Ann Templeton? The woman who runs the Necronomicon exhibit?" "Yes, is she okay?" Shido asked. "She's dead. She was murdered, and Shido?" "Yes?" he answered, trying to swallow the lump in his throat . "The police think you did it." Shido was silent, unable to believe what he had just heard. Yayoi became more frantic "They are sending a SWAT team to you office!! They'll be there in minutes! RUN!!! Take Riho and get out of there! Just run as fast as you can!" That jarred Shido out of his daze. The sun was just setting, he could move around. He dashed to his coffin and roused Riho. "What is it?" She asked "what's the matter?" Riho's voice grew more concerned when she saw the look on his face. "Pack some spare clothes" he said urgently, "we need to leave in a hurry." Shido moved to pack as fast as he could but like a bad dream he seemed to be walking through thick syrup. He couldn't seem to go fast enough. He was certain that he would hear footsteps storming up the stairs and a group of heavily armed men would burst in and take them both off to jail. He could not bear the thought of what prison would be like. It would be a death sentence. No one would believe that he was a vampire until he was a smoldering heap in the hungry rays of the sun. Even if he could escape that fate, neither he, nor Riho would last long in prison. Somehow the other cons would find out what they were and he or she would wake up one morning with a shiv stuck in their heart. Shido did not want to die separated from his beloved.
*** As it was they made it out in the nick of time. Shido's decision to take the fire escape instead of the front door was proven wise when, not a few seconds later Riho heard the distant scream of approaching sirens. "Let's not stick around." Guni said from inside Shido's hair. They immediately turned and started to walk briskly down the street, the cops would spread out and search the surrounding streets as soon as they realized that the people they wanted were gone. Riho felt sick to her stomach, she had gone to bed a defender of the innocent, and woken up an accessory to murder, a wanted fugitive. She wanted to cry but was too afraid. Instead she walked in silence constantly looking over her shoulder to see if any cops were coming. It took her along time to work up the courage to say something. "Shido?" she said, looking up at him, her eyes wide with fear. "yes," he replied "promise me you wont let them get us." He stopped, and threw his arms around her. "I promise I won't let them get you." He said, she began to cry.
The door to the old office read
Mr. Tatsuhiko Shido
"The Midnight Detective"
Private Detective Moments later it was kicked in "POLICE! SEARCH WARRANT!" 1st Sargent Kaido Suido swept the dark abyss of the office with his MP5k, checking each corner before motioning his teammates forward. Tokyo rarely needed to call on the skills of her Special Weapons teams, but even the relatively inexperienced Kaido had seen his fair share of coke busts gone bad and wanted to be sure there were no nasty surprises waiting to jump out and bite them.
"Clear!" his newest recruit chimed in from the bathroom. Soon his teammates all called in with the same response. Kaido sighed "stand down everyone." "Damn" he thought, "they must have cleared out already", he surveyed the mess. The suspect had obviously left in a hurry, there were files spread all over the desk, spilled coffee... "Hang on", he thought out loud, "that's not coffee..." Before he could finish, another one of his squad mates leaned in from the spare room adjacent to the office "Sargent? I think you need to take a look at this."
Kaido walked into the spare room and looked around, it was obviously a bedroom, and then he looked where the bed should have been. Instead he saw an open coffin. He stood dumbfounded, putting together the pieces of the puzzle. "So this sicko thinks he's a vampire" Kaido thought. He grabbed the radio clipped to his vest. "They're gone, Commissioner, and I need a forensics team to the office stat." "Understood," the Commissioner replied over the radio "I'll have all available units run a search in the surrounding area, we'll comb every street, alley and building in a 2km radius. Those 2 are not getting away." "Yes sir" Kaido said, then turned to his squad mates "alright, everybody out, no one touches anything until Forensics arrives."
Meanwhile 3:26 am In the woods surrounding Dearborne, TN
"Not again, Jesus Christ!" Ashley J. Williams looked around at the various holes all over the ground. Some of them were pretty darn close to where he had buried the Necronomicon. Ash cursed again under his breath as he popped the trunk of his 89 Olds and took out his shovel. "Whoever's doing this had better hope I don't catch them in the act." Ash snarled under his breath as he moved to an old oak tree and paced three paces away from it and started digging. This would be the third time he'd had to re- bury that infernal book this month. "I should keep the damn thing with me in the house, then maybe I can teach these bastards not to mess with things they don't understand." Ash tossed more dirt over his head. It wasn't until he was about 5 feet down that a small, rectangular object wrapped in cloth fell out of the dirt at Ash's feet. "Well, lookie what we got here, folks!" Ash blurted out to no one in particular. He picked up the object and pulled it from the filthy old pillowcase it was wrapped in.
It was an ugly book. The cover was soft and leathery and on the front was the image of a distorted face, or what was left of it. Ash didn't dare open the Necronomicon, he just had to be sure it was there. "Let's get you home, you ugly little bastard." He shoved the book back in its cloth home and climbed out of the hole. As Ash drove home, he reflected on what had happened recently. He had thought that his troubles were over now that he made it back to his own time and buried that damn book. They had gone away for a while, Ash had spent 4 happy years working at S-Mart, pricing items, restocking toasters and blasting the hell out of the odd Deadite that came looking for him. Then, 2 months ago, he had decided that he really should check up on it, and wouldn't you know it? Some idiots were trying to dig the damn thing up. He had spent 2 long months playing hide and go seek with these bastards. Checking up on the book, re-burying it when they got too close and then re- burying it again, and now he was starting to get sick of it. Ash decided that it would be best just to take the book with him to work tomorrow.
The Necronomicon Affair:
A Nightwalker, Hellboy, Evil Dead crossover
Chapter 3: Fugitive
That night, Shido had a very strange dream. He dreamed that he was looking at a tiny island, it was covered in monolithic stones that reminded him of Stonehenge. He saw that the island was covered with peopleas well, as he drew closer, he realized that they seemed to be wearing Nazi uniforms. They were surrounding another man with a thick black beard, wearing a robe embroidered with a most unusual design. It was a pentagram surrounded by concentric circles, and in the center was a symbol that looked like a dragon. However odd his clothes were, the complex grouping of electrodes on his arms were stranger. He was chanting something that Shido couldn't make out. Then he stopped and a staff he had been holding broke in two. Shido watched, as the man seemed to argue with one of the Nazis. Shido wondered what this bizarre dream could possibly mean.
RINGRINGRINGRING!!!! Guni twitched and look over in annoyance at the thing that had roused her. Wasn't Riho supposed to answer it? Guni lay there for a moment and hoped the darn thing would shut up and the caller would get back later. After about the tenth ring she realized this wasn't happening and went to wake Riho. On the way she glanced outside, the sun was slowly setting in the west. Guni banged on the coffin lid, nothing. "Darn", she thought as she flew back to the phone, "looks like I get secretary duty now." She grunted as she struggled to lift the reicever and finally suceeded in getting it on the desk, Riho would have to hang it up. "Hello?" Guni had to speak into the reciver and and then dash to the speaker to get the answer. As she listened, a look of pure horror writhed across her features like serpent.
"SHIDO! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!" Shido woke up to the sensation of tiny hands slapping his cheeks. He had just enough time to croak out a "huh?" before Guni literally grabbed his eylashed and jerks his lids open. "OW! Guni? What is it?" When he saw the look on her face, he knew something very bad was happening "what's wrong?" "The phone!" she answered shakily pointing in its direction. He walked to his desk and lifted the receiver with a sensation of mounting dread. "Hello?" It was Yayoi. "Shido! Listen to me, do you know Mary-Ann Templeton? The woman who runs the Necronomicon exhibit?" "Yes, is she okay?" Shido asked. "She's dead. She was murdered, and Shido?" "Yes?" he answered, trying to swallow the lump in his throat . "The police think you did it." Shido was silent, unable to believe what he had just heard. Yayoi became more frantic "They are sending a SWAT team to you office!! They'll be there in minutes! RUN!!! Take Riho and get out of there! Just run as fast as you can!" That jarred Shido out of his daze. The sun was just setting, he could move around. He dashed to his coffin and roused Riho. "What is it?" She asked "what's the matter?" Riho's voice grew more concerned when she saw the look on his face. "Pack some spare clothes" he said urgently, "we need to leave in a hurry." Shido moved to pack as fast as he could but like a bad dream he seemed to be walking through thick syrup. He couldn't seem to go fast enough. He was certain that he would hear footsteps storming up the stairs and a group of heavily armed men would burst in and take them both off to jail. He could not bear the thought of what prison would be like. It would be a death sentence. No one would believe that he was a vampire until he was a smoldering heap in the hungry rays of the sun. Even if he could escape that fate, neither he, nor Riho would last long in prison. Somehow the other cons would find out what they were and he or she would wake up one morning with a shiv stuck in their heart. Shido did not want to die separated from his beloved.
*** As it was they made it out in the nick of time. Shido's decision to take the fire escape instead of the front door was proven wise when, not a few seconds later Riho heard the distant scream of approaching sirens. "Let's not stick around." Guni said from inside Shido's hair. They immediately turned and started to walk briskly down the street, the cops would spread out and search the surrounding streets as soon as they realized that the people they wanted were gone. Riho felt sick to her stomach, she had gone to bed a defender of the innocent, and woken up an accessory to murder, a wanted fugitive. She wanted to cry but was too afraid. Instead she walked in silence constantly looking over her shoulder to see if any cops were coming. It took her along time to work up the courage to say something. "Shido?" she said, looking up at him, her eyes wide with fear. "yes," he replied "promise me you wont let them get us." He stopped, and threw his arms around her. "I promise I won't let them get you." He said, she began to cry.
The door to the old office read
Mr. Tatsuhiko Shido
"The Midnight Detective"
Private Detective Moments later it was kicked in "POLICE! SEARCH WARRANT!" 1st Sargent Kaido Suido swept the dark abyss of the office with his MP5k, checking each corner before motioning his teammates forward. Tokyo rarely needed to call on the skills of her Special Weapons teams, but even the relatively inexperienced Kaido had seen his fair share of coke busts gone bad and wanted to be sure there were no nasty surprises waiting to jump out and bite them.
"Clear!" his newest recruit chimed in from the bathroom. Soon his teammates all called in with the same response. Kaido sighed "stand down everyone." "Damn" he thought, "they must have cleared out already", he surveyed the mess. The suspect had obviously left in a hurry, there were files spread all over the desk, spilled coffee... "Hang on", he thought out loud, "that's not coffee..." Before he could finish, another one of his squad mates leaned in from the spare room adjacent to the office "Sargent? I think you need to take a look at this."
Kaido walked into the spare room and looked around, it was obviously a bedroom, and then he looked where the bed should have been. Instead he saw an open coffin. He stood dumbfounded, putting together the pieces of the puzzle. "So this sicko thinks he's a vampire" Kaido thought. He grabbed the radio clipped to his vest. "They're gone, Commissioner, and I need a forensics team to the office stat." "Understood," the Commissioner replied over the radio "I'll have all available units run a search in the surrounding area, we'll comb every street, alley and building in a 2km radius. Those 2 are not getting away." "Yes sir" Kaido said, then turned to his squad mates "alright, everybody out, no one touches anything until Forensics arrives."
Meanwhile 3:26 am In the woods surrounding Dearborne, TN
"Not again, Jesus Christ!" Ashley J. Williams looked around at the various holes all over the ground. Some of them were pretty darn close to where he had buried the Necronomicon. Ash cursed again under his breath as he popped the trunk of his 89 Olds and took out his shovel. "Whoever's doing this had better hope I don't catch them in the act." Ash snarled under his breath as he moved to an old oak tree and paced three paces away from it and started digging. This would be the third time he'd had to re- bury that infernal book this month. "I should keep the damn thing with me in the house, then maybe I can teach these bastards not to mess with things they don't understand." Ash tossed more dirt over his head. It wasn't until he was about 5 feet down that a small, rectangular object wrapped in cloth fell out of the dirt at Ash's feet. "Well, lookie what we got here, folks!" Ash blurted out to no one in particular. He picked up the object and pulled it from the filthy old pillowcase it was wrapped in.
It was an ugly book. The cover was soft and leathery and on the front was the image of a distorted face, or what was left of it. Ash didn't dare open the Necronomicon, he just had to be sure it was there. "Let's get you home, you ugly little bastard." He shoved the book back in its cloth home and climbed out of the hole. As Ash drove home, he reflected on what had happened recently. He had thought that his troubles were over now that he made it back to his own time and buried that damn book. They had gone away for a while, Ash had spent 4 happy years working at S-Mart, pricing items, restocking toasters and blasting the hell out of the odd Deadite that came looking for him. Then, 2 months ago, he had decided that he really should check up on it, and wouldn't you know it? Some idiots were trying to dig the damn thing up. He had spent 2 long months playing hide and go seek with these bastards. Checking up on the book, re-burying it when they got too close and then re- burying it again, and now he was starting to get sick of it. Ash decided that it would be best just to take the book with him to work tomorrow.