Chapter IV: Execution Style
The tip of the bloody iron sword stuck in the ground, bending Ash back to the pool of his own blood. His vision was slowly leaving, and he could see a figure with something at it's feet.
"Finally we meet, Ash." The being said. Ash struggled to see, and as he squinted he saw a body saying laying on the ground. It was Sheila and she wasn't moving. Around her stood deadites and a pool of blood surrounded the floor. The being was all of a sudden above him, staring at his face, studying him. "Your blood is gonna make every one within one hundred miles of here into one of me! Do you get that? Huh?" The deadite said. "Millions of deadites walking around killing more, producing more."
"One problem." Ash mumbled.
"What would that be?" Ash could feel this thing's breath on my face.
"Me."
"Master, we have thebloods." Said the deadite off to the right. Ash could make out a shape, but other than that, he could see nothing. He squinted harder at the shape across the room. It had a dress on. A dress he recognized. Sheila. Lying dead on the floor. Dead on the floor.....
"Sheila....... Yo, freak.... C'mere." Ash groaned.
"Yes, oh Chosen One?"
"Even if you try to kill me after this, I'll come back to take your lifeless corpse back to Hell with me....."
The large deadit standing to the left of Ash raised his axe and severed Ash's head from his body. Ashley J. Williams was dead.
Outside the house, Arthur bowed his head in silence for the fallen hero, and the other knights followed his action. They would never forget their savior, and they would keep him in their hearts.
"Ready this place for the ceremony. We'll finish this today. By tommorrow we'll have the country." Angus said. He stared over at his sister's body. He had slit her throat himself and he scarcely thought about shedding at tear. Then that part of his ming left and he grew cold once more.
He grabbed the small wriggling sack from his belt and opened it. "Come now little friend. I have a job for you." he said pulling the leprechan sized figure out of it. The figure was Ash, only tiny. And evil.
"Put me down! I'll rip you're fingers off! What do you want!?"
"I'll make you bigger than you can imagine!" Angus said to the Evil Ash.
"Huh? How so?" It replied.
"I have the book."
"Really?" The evil Ash's face smiled. "Now we're talkin'! Hit me!" Angus picked up the book and flipped through it's many blood written pages.
"Ahh, here we are!" He read a passage from the Summearian text and the mini figure glowed bright red. It grew untill it was the size of the human Ash, and it smirked.
"I'm back baby! You! Kneel!" he yelled at the nearest deadite. It didn't move, horrified. "I die, and I still get no respect!" he immitated. "Hey, bro!" he said seeing the corpse of Ash. He put his arm on the sword and muttered behind his hand, "We got a rough crowd tonight." and then winked. Time for some fun.