Requiem for Ash
Chapter V
By Amel J. Figueroa aka The Nation's Voice
Author's Note: I apologize it has taken so long to have done this conclusion to this story. I have been busy as a screenwriter and I just wrapped on my first feature film called Hush starring Tony Todd, Courtney Gains, and Reggie Bannister. and the many readers have all been great and have managed to create a following for me and for that I am very grateful. I'm hoping to be back at entertaining with my stories sometime in the near future. I have plenty of stories to still complete and many more to hopefully tell. Please also review. Thanks again.--AJF
White, sandy beach. The smell of the ocean. The clarity of the water as the sun beams down on it. It's a perfect day. A perfect day at the perfect beach. Can it get any more perfect?
Ash sits on a beach chair drinking a piña colada, sporting slick backed hair and cool Ray Ban(TM) sunglasses. A perfect day. His Hawaiian shirt sports tropical colors and his shorts and sandals reveal his perfection. But what makes him more perfect than his clothes, drink, and sunglasses? His smile, the smile everyone loves. His perfect smile that draws a lovely, young blonde, wearing a two piece bikini, with nice firm breast and a curvaceous bottom over to him.
"Excuse me, sir?" The titillating sound of her voice quivers like that of a nervous girl.
Ash stops sipping through his straw and looks at the bodacious blonde.
"Are you Ash, The Famous Deadite Fighter?"
He lowers his sunglasses to get a better look at the bikini-clad blonde girl. He lets his smile rip across his face.
"Who may I ask… is asking?" He thinks bout the question he just asked making sure it sounded correct in his mind and then shrugs it off.
"I'm just a beautiful perfect blonde who would like nothing more than to be pleasured by the one and only King!" She states provocatively.
"Well…" he tosses his glass over his shoulder. "…Come and get some sugar, baby?"
The girl jumps on Ash and straddles him as she rips her top off and begins to wildly make out with him. Ash tries to enjoy the overly aggressive nature of this beautiful perfect blonde. He resists some then mumbles as she just continues forcing her tongue in his mouth. He looks confused until she pulls back and begins to punch him in the face continuously.
Ash awakens from one of his many hits to find himself in the midst of battle with the "criminally insane" deadites that were released by Dr. Stein. He gets thrown down the hall and slides into the bodies of the lot of the same deadites that were released.
"Anyone get the number to that truck?" Delirious he tries to get up. Bob who was finding shelter tries to bring Ash to his feet.
"Ash, I can't believe you let that thing stick its tongue in your mouth!" Ash looks at Bob repulsed and turns to the remaining deadites. His face grows angrily.
"Uh oh." Bob begins to back off from Ash.
Ash adamantly begins to march towards the deadites with authority. He roars his chainsaw. And kicks and fights and punches and knees and swings his chainsaw at the deadites. In the middle of it all…
"Which of you date rapist, stuck their tongue down my throat without so much as buying me dinner?" Ash questions the deadites who are non responsive to his quip. He carefully examines them until he sees the one with the long tongue.
"Okay, Mr. Simmons, I got your number now. Let's go for home." Ash swings his chainsaw at the long-tongued deadite and misses until he manages to get him with a sweep. The deadite falls down hard and just as quickly as it falls it springboards back into action, right into Ash's chainsaw. The chainsaw tears right through its shoulder and diagonally across its chest. Large gushes of green blood covers Ash almost sequentially.
Old man Bob just watches in utter disgust. This man, Ash, he just came to know a mere hours ago has saved his life and he wonders in his frail pyromaniac mind what he could do to return the favor.
"Ash?"
"Not now Bob, I'm a little busy if you can't tell."
"Ash?"
"Damn it Bob! I'm busy" Ash pays no mind to Bob who is frozen with fear.
"Ash!"
"What?!" Ash swings around with his chainsaw lopping off the arm of the huge, monstrous deadite which was approaching him from behind. The deadite with its one good arm grabs Ash by the neck.
"Whoa. You're a big boy." Ash jokes as he uses his one good arm to try and release the grip from his neck. The huge deadite screams in Ash's face.
"Someone needs a mint. Whew." Bob looks nearby and sees the last remaining deadite with the Necronomicon. He rushes pass Ash and the huge deadite, Ash's eyes follow Bob as he just runs and tackles the deadite. Exposed and fearful he manages to slap the book away from the deadites' grasp.
The deadite with his new free arm digs its nails into Bob's face making him cry out in pain. Ash begins to lose slight consciousness as he just tries to look at Bob with his blurred vision.
Bob is losing his fight as the deadite takes him from wall to wall slamming him along the way. Ash finally finds the strength in himself to hit the huge deadite between the legs with his chainsaw. The huge deadite looks down and gives Ash a dirty look. Ash slowly snakes his chainsaw arm around the huge deadites and lifts his legs to grab the arm tumbling to the round with the huge deadite only to have him fall right on Ash.
Silence befalls the hallways. A bloody Bob looks over towards the huge deadite. Almost no trace of Ash is seen under the deadite. And then the roar begins simultaneously with the deafening screams of the deadite. And just like JAWS'© fin appearing out of the water so does the chainsaw appear through the huge deadite making its way towards the creatures head to the point where it splits it in two.
Ash slowly gets up and almost slips before catching himself. He looks down at the floor by him and sees the Necronomicon. He picks it up and looks at the final deadite with a sneer.
"Let…him…go." Ash declares. The deadite responds by tossing Bob.
"We will swallow your soul!"
"Let's go princess. I'm going to rock you like the King." Ash spins and with one choreographed swing he lops off the head to the final deadite. Ash stands in place and finally slips on all the blood on the floor. He slowly and in pain turns around and crawls over to Bob with book still in hand.
He looks at the bloody and battered Bob and props him on his lap. Bob signals to Ash to get closer as if to whisper in his ear.
"I'm not gonna make it." Bob says growing fainter.
Ash looks at him carefully. "Nah. You're gonna live you old fart."
Bob signals him to get closer once more and Ash gives him his ear to listen carefully what might be Bob's last words. Bob hesitates and grunts and moans. And finally he says what he wanted to say.
"I…"
"Go on, Bob. It's okay." Ash says concerned and attentively.
"I…still…-cough." He coughs and some blood gets on Ash's shirt, which would be noticeable if not fully drenched already in the stuff. Ash just looks at him assuring Bob its okay whatever he has to say.
"I…still…can't believe you let that thing stick its tongue in your mouth, Ass!"
Bob lets out a laugh followed by realization from Ash and then laughter from him. The laughter continues throughout the halls as the unseen evil retracts through the halls at the sign of daylight breaking through the windows; revealing a beautiful macabre scene with the morning light on the halls with the wonderfully eerie sounds of laughter going throughout the empty asylum.
END?
Epilogue
Airport. Plane takes off a runway. Air India Flight 180. The Passengers seem relaxed. There is quite a variety of characters on board this plane. A good look can be seen through out all their faces.
The captain speaks. Turbulence is on its way. Below the cabin the luggage and boxes move out of place. There's a storm outside. A box falls and opens to reveal a phonograph. It begins to recite Dr. Knowby's translations from the Necronomicon Ex Mortis. The unseen evil passes through the luggage knocking it off and goes through the crawlspace of the plane. IT travels through the cooling system until it finds its target. The Indian descent man going home to visit his mother and father was very unlucky on this day.
With only a few hours to go to India he becomes a deadite. The screams of the other passengers is heard as he glides the aisle attacking passengers and one flamboyant flight attendant. Until that one familiar sound is heard. Followed by the usual...
"Hey, Habibo-deadite! Ever heard of Snakes on a Plane? That ain't nothing compared to Ash on a Plane!"
The Indian man who became a deadite finds itself approaching Ash only to find himself locked in the eyes of the hero. And that perfect smile rips through his face once more.