Chapter 123: Mechanic Massacre

Damon sped back into the gorge, approaching Katrina and Lady Sweet quickly, with the latter lowering her helicopter into the gorge to better shoot at Katrina,

"Oh goody! The bitches boyfriend is coming to the rescue!" The she-clown growled, aiming her guns at him instead, only to see Damon open his door, standing on the side of the truck as it was speeding, and right when it looked as though he was going to ram Katrina, an explosion launched the truck into the air, tilting it forward as the green Ford flew over Katrinas' porshce, and Damon, tossing the now empty grenade launcher away, grabbed one of the legs of the helicopter, scrammbling inside. Lady Sweet didn't notice, and neither did Katrina, for they both believed Damon to still be in the truck, and witnessed the mass of flaming green metal land on its' roof, detonating the C4 charge hidden within. Katrina breathed heavily, tears streaming down her face as she continued on to the finish line. Lady Sweet refocused on Katrina, arming her helicopters missles,

"Sorry girly, but I will be the one fighting my little brother," said Lady Sweet, ready to pull the trigger and send the missles, until she heard a distinctive CLICK! She turned, and there stood Damon, sawed off double barrel shotgun in hand,

"Game over Giggles."

BLAM!!

With Damon emptying the shotgun into the helicopters controls, the flying vehicle began to spiral out of control, and crash into the already destroyed truck. Katrina then skid past the finish line, quickly throwing her car in park and rushing over to the wreckage, only for Clyde to grab hold of her arms and hold her back from rushing into the fire. That's when they finally saw him; Damon, bleeding, bruised and blackened with soot, with a lit blunt in his lips, limping from the flaming metal,

"Well..." he coughed to his invisible wall, "...the OC haters are going to love this...!" He then focused on Katrina, holding two fingers up to his brow in a lazy salute, "...Take care of yourself Kat...I know you got this..." Time slowed to a crawl, and the helicopter exploded, encasing Damon in flames and making him dissappear from sight, much to Katrinas' anguish as she sank to her knees, eyes full of tears and mouth open with an unheard scream ripping the air.

As the flames continued to lash out, the horn from before sounded off,

"Well, it looks as though we are now down to two contestants," Calypso said overhead, "and with that being said, that means the last two going on to round three will be...Sweet Tooth...and Katrina Lagos!" Katrina slowly rose to her feet, hair shadowing her eyes as she turned to Sweet Tooth, but he wasn't staring at her, instead he was staring at the feminine figure trudging from the flames, a pickaxe in her right hand, and her left arm completely destroyed, and part of her head caved in and bloodied. Sweet Tooth took a step towards the finish line, with Lady Sweet barely stumbling over, unable to swing her pickaxe, and fell into her younger brothers' arm,

"Ch...Charlie..." She croaked.

"Sophie..." He said back. Blood leaked from the side of Lady Sweets' mask as she gurgled her last words,

"F...finish...what our father...started..." Sweet Tooth then used his free hand to grab his serated machete, and pierced his sisters chest with the weapon, making blood pour out and cease her breathing,

"I promise Sophie...I'll make Calypso regret ever messing with our family." He then let Lady Sweets' body fall to the ground, and he turned to Katrina, who had not even blinked at the killer clown, nor react to the flame on his head seemingly grow in intensity as his rage grew to a boil, "Kid...you better bring your A game tomorrow...because the only way I won't be able to kill Calypso is if I'm as dead as the rest of my family! You hear me?!" Katrina once again didn't blink, but she rose her head up enough for him to see her eyes, red from sobbing, cheeks streaked with tears, and a look of determination and fearlessness that Sweet Tooth had yet to see from the former Devil Goddess.

"Tomorrow...Calypso is going to answer to me!" Sweet Tooth straightened himself out, and watched as Katrina defiantly stepped into her porsche, with Clyde hesitantly stepping into the passengers seat, and the two drove off, leaving Sweet Tooth to stare after them.

Some time later...

Katrina and Clyde eventually returned to the scrapyard, with the former Goddess throwing the car into park and breathing heavily after the intense drive. Clyde gave her a nervous look,

"Um...Katrina...?"

"What?" Clyde slowly handed her a folded piece of paper,

"This is for you." Katrina snatched it from his hand, inspecting it,

"What is it?"

"It's from Damon." Katrinas' eyes widened, and she quickly opened the paper, recognizing Damons' horrible handwriting,

Katrina,

If you're reading this, I probably didn't make it. I know our journey in this world has been plain shit, but keep your chin up, don't be afraid of the monsters under the mattress, and you can kick Calypso right in his demon dejin dick. I believe in you, and love you...in a way that is not romantic because I don't want to make shit awkward. Anyway, go on to round three, fight, win, and wish back all the crap Calypso took so you can find Adrian and kill Zeus.

Damon.

Katrina clutched the note tightly, tears streaming down her face once again,

"I won't let you down Damon, I promise you that..." she then looked at the note again, "...but what the hell did he mean by 'monsters under the mattress?' I'm not scared of..." A thought then occurred to Katrina, and she stepped out of the car, heading to the main building, up the stairs and into the bedroom, flipping the mattress to reveal a hole cut into the bottom. She reached inside, feeling something sharp with a handle, and drew out something wrapped in a tan tarp. "What the...?" She didn't have time to unravel the tarp, for several shouts were heard outside, followed by gunfire and screams. Clyde then guided Katrina back downstairs, to a back room with a couch, small T.V. and large rug. The mechanic threw the rug to the side, revealing a metal door in the floor,

"You need to get in, now!" Katrina gave him a confused look as he opened the hatch door,

"Clyde...what...?"

"Sweet Tooth is here," answered Clyde, grabbing her arms and pushing her to the open hatch, and with a stumble she fell down the stairs, the metal object in the tarp clattering to the floor with her. She looked up at Clyde with both fear and confusion, and the man tossed a timer down to her, set for twelve hours,

"No matter what you hear, do not open this door until that timer is up! Water bottles and flashlights are in the back left corner, bathroom is on the right...good luck kid." Clyde then threw the door shut, leaving Katrina in pitch black darkness...

She waited...

And waited...

And waited...quietly taking drinks from one of the water bottle that Clyde mentioned, and using one of the flashlights to see, discovering that the room was a concrete bunker, like a tornado shelter. As time progressed, she heard no sound coming from the top of the hatch, until finally, the twelve hour timer began to beep, and Katrina climbed back up the concrete stairs, tarp covered metal objects tucked under her arm, placing her hands on the metal door, and discovered it was warm. She slowly forced the heavy door open, and to her shock, the entire main building was reduced to a skeletal frame full of ash.

As Katrina trudged through the ash, making her way out of the destroyed building, she saw all the other mechanics, or rather, their body parts completely scattered across the ground of the scrapyard. Katrina held a hand over her mouth at the vicious display, and gasped when she saw her porsche; chained by his wrists to the hood was Clyde, mouth open in horror and popsicle sticks in his eye sockets where his eyes used to be, teary blood streaking his cheeks. Most notable, however, was his open shirt, revealing a message cut into his chest which read,

No mechanics, no gunners, just you and me.

The signature to the note was a sketch of an ice cream cone with an evil smiley face, a clear giveaway as to who was responsible for the heinous act,

"Oh Clyde..." moaned Katrina morosely, "...you were nothing but nice to me and Damon...and deserved better than this." She ran to the body, unhooking the chains from the hood and Clydes' wrists, and respectfully laid his body on the ground, folding his arms across his chest. "I promise you this Clyde...Sweet Tooth will pay for this!!" She then looked around what was left at the scrapyard, seeing several jugs of gasoline near the front of the main building, no doubt used to burn it down in the first place, but luckily discovered a fove gallon can of gas that was still full, placing it in the passenger seat of the porsche, then with nothing else said, she put the car in reverse, driving away from Clydes' body and the mangled scrapyard, and drove into Diesel City...