Author's Note: I want to apologize for my severe tardiness to all those who have enjoyed reading this story thus far. I've been busy working on some screenplays and some films as well. Feel free to message me and I will provide urls to my sites. Now without ado here is the continuation of this story.
Requiem for Ash
Chapter III
Dr. Brendan Stein, the spectacled young man with a degree from Yale, always had a fascination with the unknown. It would seem there is no better unknown then the human mind, no explanations of how much hormones or mental activity will ever clarify insanity, or the state thereof.
"Ash…" mystified with just mentioning his name.
"…my god, man. What is going on in that brain of yours?"
Dr. Stein opens his desk drawer to remove a voice recorder.
"Case study No.A4329. Ashley "Ash" J. Williams. Patient seems to suffer from Post-traumatic stress disorder, quite possibly due to the loss of his friends and the mania that was derivative as a direct result. There is also no doubt in my mind he is also suffering from Schizoaffective disorder, explaining the delusion created by Dr. Knowby's findings in the cabin, all which seems to have lead to Ash killing his girlfriend upon revisiting the cabin where it all happened."
He looks at the phonograph carefully and a chill comes over him.
"And easily being able to blame these "deadites," as he calls them, obvious manifestations of his delirium."
He stops the recorder and picks up his phone to check in with the orderlies.
"Sam..? Clarence..? Bruce? Anyone there? Good help is always hard to find."
Dr. Stein removes his glasses and rubs his eyes. He looks around his office to see the room begin to move in a vertigo-like fashion.
"I must be tired." He looks at the table adjacent from his desk and looks at the chainsaw that has caused so much havoc. Dirty and grimy and no longer a shine, he picks it up and imagines what it must've it been like to have killed anything with it. Was it anything like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Of course not, after all, that was a movie and this isn't.
He places it down and laughs a little to himself like he just thought of a joke. He walks back to his desk when…
"Join us…"
He looks back to see nothing there.
"Join us…"
He grabs his glasses and puts them on. He walks towards his door and opens it…
"Sam? Clarence? Bruce? You guys trying to have fun?"
He looks down both ways of the corridor of the institution. He slowly walks out into the hall and paces, office door closing and locking behind him.
He walks cautiously and comes to a stop.
"Join us!"
The unseen evil roams the halls at full speed and turns the corner to see the doctor. It quickly rushes towards him and Dr. Stein finds himself fumbling over his keys to his office. The unseen evil approaches rapidly and as it does the doctor manages to open the door and get in to his office. Pressing against the door, he feels the banging of the door from the outside. He reaches for the chair when suddenly the banging stops. And as he begins to remove himself away from the door the evil breaks in sending the doctor flying to behind his desk the evil in pursuit and suddenly a scream that turns into a hiss.
Dr. Brendan Stein, the spectacled young man from Yale, was no longer that man; instead he became one of those evils that once roamed the earth. He was now a deadite himself.
Elsewhere.
Ash, finally free of his straight jacket, walks along the halls with his new found friend Bob.
Bob creeps closely behind Ash mimicking Ash's every move. Ash stops and Bob bumps into him.
Ash looks at him with disapproval and annoyance.
"Hey, fruitcake! Watch where you're walking."
"Sorry, Ass, sir."
"It's not ass, it's Ash. You got that, Bob. It's Ash."
"Yes sir, Ass."
"You know what, Bob. I visited a world where you could have easily fitted in."
Ash suddenly hears something.
"Shush, Bob." He holds his hand over Bob's mouth. He focuses closely on the sound he hears.
"Is that…?"
He hears singing in the distance and begins to focus his eyes at a shadowy figure coming their way. Bob mumbles under Ash's hands.
Whispering, "Shut Up, Bob!"
Ash listens ever so closely to the tune from the shadowy figure.
"Just because I don't look like you, talk like you, think like you…"
Ash in disbelief... "No fucking way."
"Judge and jury, a hangman's noose…" The shadowy figure continues to sing.
"I am in hell." Ash keeps low and Bob begins to grab his hand away from his mouth.
"I see them in your eyes."
The figure is now out of the shadows and can be seen. Bob removes Ash's hand completely from his mouth and is giddy like a school girl. He points at the man who emerged from the shadows.
"Good guys don't always wear white! Good guys don't always wear white!"
Bob really ecstatic yells out "It's Jon Bon Jovi!"
Ash stands up and punches the mental patient knocking him unconscious.
"Hail to the King, baby!"
"You punched Jon Bon Jovi…"
Ash looks at Bob with a high brow. Bob looks behind Ash with the same giddiness to see that the Bon Jovi mental patient is standing behind Ash. He slowly turns around to find himself backfisted to the furthest wall by the possessed patient. With a loud thud and drop to the floor Ash has no clue what just happened. Bob claps and jumps up and down.
"Sing another! Sing another! Sing another!"
The Bon Jovi deadite rushes towards Ash and picks him up. Disoriented and dazed, Ash finally begins to collects his thoughts. With his good hand, Ash grabs the deadite's bushy hair, pulling his head back. And with his bad arm, the stub, he does something he has never done before. He jams it into the Bon Jovi deadite's eye. Green matter spews all over Ash and all around the hall. Ash tries to remove his stub from the deadite's head with no avail. The Deadite tries to throw Ash away from him only to find himself beheaded with the tossing of Ash.
Ash slides and rolls with the head on his stub, the deadite's body moving uncontrollably around, bumping into Bob, knocking him down in the process.
"Jon Bon Jovi pushed Bob! Bob is going to kick your ass!"
Ash begins to stand using the head on his stub. He looks over to Bob who is boxing with the headless deadite. Bob swings at where the deadite's head would have been and completely does a 360 degree turn. The deadite's head tries its best to bite at Ash, he slams the head on the floor and removes his stub by using his foot. He then grabs the head and looks at the body.
"Hey, Jon, Heads up, buddy." He kicks the head towards the Deadite, who catches it. Ash grabs a nearby mop and breaks it off spearing the deadite through its head and heart. The deadite stands motionless. Bob then pushes the deadite until it falls down dead.
Bob does a little shadow boxing and accidentally hits Ash in the face.
"Why you little…"
Ash looks around and senses things in the shadows.
"We got to get moving."
He grabs Bob by his collar.
"We have to get to Dr. Stein's office."
They begin to walk fast.
Bob looks behind him to see a gathering of deadite's at the far end of the corridor. Ash doesn't look back and sees a door that says Utilities.
He closes the door behind them and jams a shelf to lodge it closed.
"Okay, Bob. If we are going to get to the bad doctor's office, we are going to need a few things."
"Okay, Ass."
Ash nods in disapproval once again.
Back at the doctor's office, Dr. Stein emanates negative energy, looking outside to see the trees now covering the institution's outer perimeter. He hovers away from the window, his face never changing. He grabs the Necronomicon and breaks through his office door. He heads down one of the corridors with a sign that states "Criminally Insane."
End Chapter Three.