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Just an hour after sunrise… which is where last left off.
3RD POV
As the morning sun rises on the third day, the four were racing up the mountain to see what was that explosion. The smoke was still visible however the light that came with it disappeared with the morning sun. Exhausted from the multiple nightmares, the three were exhausted. Ruby however seemed more energetic then usual. As she runs up the mountain, she failed to notice a group of people who were heading down the mountain. Just as she sprang from the bushes, she was greeted by an armed group of exhausted towns folks.
"Hold it!" Cried one man armed with a scatter gun, that was an inch from Ruby's face. Before Ruby could say anything, the three had catches up to Ruby and already had their weapons drawn.
"Drop it!" Colt said as he points his 38. At the man.
"It's the stalkers, shoot them Ned!" A woman shouted.
"Now hold on Dorothy, I've seen them two at the meeting. Doubt they be stalking us." The man with the scatter gun said as he held the barrel up. "You are the other search party right?"
"Yeah, Tommy Colt of the San Francisco Blackwood's detective agency. The young women you had a gun pointed at is my protégé, Ruby Rose." Tommy answered as he lowered his snub nose.
"San Francisco? Ain't you a little far from home?" The man asked.
"Not far enough it seems." Tommy quipped. The two went silent for a moment before Ms. Winchester speaks up.
"Ned was it? I'm Marie Winchester. Pinkerton Detective, mind explaining Dorothy's comment on stalkers?" Ms. Winchester asked.
"Benedict Podwin actually, but most people call me Ned. What Ms. Anders was referring to was an incident that has been accruing since for the last few days we've been up here." The man known as Ned said as he rubs the top of his balding head. "See, we catch a ride up here in hopes of catching the Jamison gang. What we thought would be easy money turned into two nights of sleep deprived hell. Along with a run of night terrors we always felt like someone was watching us. It got so bad that Kelly here shot his big toe off."
He then paused to point to a wide man with a bushy beard. He was using his rifle for support as a few drops of blood fall out of his shoe. Clearly in pain, Tommy offers the man a cigarette which he kindly excepted.
"Anyways, as bad as that sounds it turns out we were stalked. Ms. Anders spotted someone watching us. Though I'm not entirely sure if it was a man. Certainly, didn't drop when we were shooting it up to hell." Ned explains before pausing to yawn. "(Yawn) Could have been our imagination. Either way we are heading back to town. Don't recon I'll be up these parts if I have to stay the night."
The rest of the group all mumbled in agreement. It was clear from the sunken eyes they were moments from collapsing in exhaustion. So, Marty somewhat curious how the other group managed to beat them up here asked. "What do you mean you catch a ride? Last time I was here there wasn't any roads."
"Ah, well you see Mr. Strong hired a few diggers and surveyors to build a reservoir on a lake not to far from here. They cut a path to get cars up here quicker and well, one-man Jimmy Miller, was late so we managed to catch a ride with him. Ran into another surveyor on the way, man named James Stanton. Boy was pale as a ghost and was annoyed by our presence." Ned explains as he wiped the sweat off his brow. "Strangely he wore a thick coat despite the heat… anyways, he and Jimmy also head up to the camp sight and we got to work looking for the criminal gang."
"I see, and what about the explosion?" Ruby asked joining in the conversation.
"Aw, well, I did see a crate of dynamite in Mr. Stanton's truck. My guess they are removing some kind of rock." Ned explains before letting out another yawn. "(Yawn) Say, is that the last question? I honestly want to be halfway down the mountain before night fall."
"Yeah that's about it. Just do us a small favor, since your heading our way. There are two bodies left behind, mind taking them down or at the very least burying them?" Tommy requested.
"Oh, well sure. Who are they?" Ned asked with a little shock in his tone.
"A John Doe painter, and John Percy." Tommy said, to which Ned gives a nod. The group then let the secondary hunting group pass before they continued on the road.
They soon found themselves in the deepest part of the woods just near the top. Streams of fresh water run down the mountain, yet the tree's, bushes, and dirt looked drained of all life. The leaves were a sickly yellow, the bark was burnt black, and twigs were seeping a foul-smelling sap that reeked of death and decay. There was no sign of animals of any kind, even the wind was silent for the most part. Suffice to say it left an unnerving feeling for everyone present. Even more so for Tommy, it was like walking through his own dream. A sense of Déjà vu as he walked along the road. Eventually they came to a road with a set of car tracks. Realizing it was the road the other group was talking about, they were just about to follow it when Tommy noticed something.
"Hold on a second." Tommy remarks as walks to the side. He kneels down, looking at a bush. After a few moments of intensely staring at the bush Ms. Winchester comments.
"Tommy boy, if your hoping for the bush to catch fire. I think it would be much easier for you to do it instead of god." Ms. Winchester joked.
Ignoring her he pushed the brush away, revealing a mostly unused trail, with fresh footprints, one pair walking off the trail had a few drops of blood left behind. Scratch his chin he turned to the three. "That… is slightly disturbing."
"What is?" Ruby asked.
"I… I had a dream about this. Walking down a road similar to this." Tommy remarks as he pulls out a cigarette, as he lights the fag stick he takes a long drag before remarking. "I think we should check this out."
"And get side tracked? Now ain't the time to separate." Ms. Winchester remarks.
"Yeah, my sister had me watch these horror movi… I mean read these horror stories. If you ever want to survive them don't ever split up." Ruby said in Ms. Winchesters agreement.
"Actually, I think it's a good idea." Marty states. Course he too thought it was a terrible idea, it's just that it will be easier to escape from one detective rather than three.
"Well, it seems we are at a stalemate." Tommy remarks before taking another drag. "Supposed we could argue or we could break the stalemate."
"Oh and how are we?" Ms. Winchester asked with a brow raised.
Tommy replied by pulling out a single American silver dollar gaining some interest of Ms. Winchester. She then crossed her arms before remarking, "You honestly can't be serious."
"Hey, we allowed you to tag along by a coin flip. What's the chances of it going your way?" Tommy said with a smug look.
Feeling challenge, Ms. Winchester reluctantly states, "Tails."
Half an hour later, on the lone trail.
Tommy, was having mixed feelings as he traveled down the road. He was disturbed that the dream of traveling down the road was happening exactly now in the present. However the low grumblings of Ms. Winchester did made the detour more manageable. After winning the coin flip, the four soon had an argument on who's going with who. So they picked sticks, Now Ms. Winchester and Tommy are heading down the road while Marty is being escorted by Ruby up the mountain on the dirt road. Despite this being a minor win in his book, the similarities between his dream and the road he was walking on was disturbingly similar. As they walked along the road, Ms. Winchester spoke up.
"You sure it's a good idea to have Marty go with Ruby?" Ms. Winchester asked.
"Yeah I'm sure she will do fine, why? Worried that Marty will try to run or steal her gun?" Tommy remarks.
"Nah, I've hold that interesting riffle of hers. To be honest I have no idea how she manages to carry let alone use it without flying back." Ms. Winchester remarks as she thinks back to the Reno Incident. "What I'm really worried about is if they managed to find Phil Jamison, then what's to stop him from killing the guy?"
Tommy opens his mouth to retort, but his words soon fall silent. He silently curses to himself before continuing down the road. At this point he prayed to god that they find the kidnappers before Ruby and Marty, otherwise they will bring Phil back in a body bag. They continued down the road till they come across a clearing. It was a huge lake that had a clear leveled land that stretched from the dead trees to the waters shore. The water itself was deep and murky with a glimmer of aquatic weeds growing at a slow and unhealthy pace. However, something noticeable was a camp not far from the two detectives. Getting a closer look, the two head there with their weapons drawn at the ready. As they approached, they soon realized they weren't the first to visit the camp unexpectedly.
The campsite was made up of six tents and a firepit. Two large tents, two double tents and the other two meant for single occupiers. Looking inside the smaller tents revealed multiple clothes and personal belongings scattered about. Inside the first biggest tent, it looks like this is where they did their cooking. Pots, pans, and kitchen utensils were spread about. Tracks in the dirt and rotting grass shows that someone was attacked. Probably the John Doe who was injured by the amount of blood on the ground. However the weapon that injured him wasn't anywhere in the tent. The second big tent proved to be more terrifying then the last one. There was no bodies, blood, or even weapons. Rather it was an art studio that was ransacked. Canvases, papers, and assorted colored oils were spewed about with the same foot prints as the one in the kitchen. Looking at the paintings, that was a horror story onto itself.
A few of oil paintings depicted scenes from the forest. An owl on a branch when the sun had just set. A deer, that was watching over its fawn. Even a lovely view of the sun rising over the lake. But then the oil paints that were recently drawn begin to show scenes of great disturbance. A windy road through the rotting forest. A ghoulish figure emerging from a cabin in the woods, a figure watching as an unknow object with a disturbing outline emerges from the lakes water. Then the final oil painting which really sent a shiver down there shoulders. It was of Ruby's sister. It was from her from the waist up in a cave of sorts. She was naked but seemed to cover herself as she held a gemstone in a praying position. Her eyes were half closed and her hair was a mess. At her side was a ghostly version of her screaming as a massive monster was behind her. Consuming or devouring the ghostly sister. On the back the painter had named this piece. "The Stolen Beauty"
"What, the hell happened here?" Tommy remarked as he stares at the paintings.
"Well, I'm pretty sure there was a fight." Ms. Winchester remarks sarcastically.
"No, I mean. (Sigh) It's obvious there was a fight. But looking at this I think we are looking at an artist campsite. Maybe the one Marty mentioned." Tommy explains as he points to the art studio tent before pointing to the kitchen tent. "They were up here for a few days. Drawing whatever came to mind. Then something attacked them in the night. Injuring one, while the rest were taken. Question besides the strange oddity's they painted, is where they took them?"
Ms. Winchester gives an "Oh" before looking at the scene. She noticed a scuffle around the place. Clear signs it's been ransacked as well. However she noticed tracks and drag marks in the dirt which leads further down the lake. Seems that they were taken but to where? She motioned Tommy to follow while pointing to the tracks. Seeing it in the dirt, the two head down the road, with weapons at the ready.
It didn't take long to find the Harvard artist… or what was left of them. Not thirty minutes down the beach head, they found the Artist. To their horror they found the artist tied to five different poles with three empty ones left. Each one had a look of horror and agony on their face. With tear stains on their cheeks. Implanted in their chests were metallic spikes. This wasn't a normal thing Kidnappers would do. This was an execution.
"Mother of god." Tommy remarks as he turns aside and tries not to hurl.
"What in the fresh hell happened here?" Ms. Winchester comments as she turns away from the ghastly sight.
As Tommy and Ms. Winchester tried to keep their stomach contents from spewing, Ms. Winchester noticed something in the woods. A log cabins. Not just any log cabin, one that she had dreamed about. With a strange sense of curiosity, she walks towards it with Tommy following behind. Inside the cabin they were greeted by the stench of death.
A Deer carcass hangs at the back of the room. Blood has long since stopped spewing from it. It's internal organs laid haphazardly from it's body and the ground. It seemed that it was chewed on by human mouths despite the fact that it was cooked. Strangely neither maggot or flies were seen. After getting use to the smell of rotting flesh, the two enter the cabin. Though their guns never left their hands and they moved with extreme caution.
The cabin itself was vacant of basic things. There was a table with a rusting cap and ball rifle on it. Pegs holding union soldier caps. Clay pots and weaved baskets with rotting vegetables inside. And a few ancient trinkets of jewelry and lockets left aside. That's what they could find. No bed, window or even sleeping bag. However, Tommy did notice something under the table. Must have fallen off the table or something. He picked up the small book, feeling the long aged leather under his thumbs before opening it. To his surprise, the first page was statement of ownership.
"Property of Joseph Turner. Union Army 100TH NY Volunteer Infantry Regiment." Tommy read out loud before flipping through the pages. As he skims through the diary Ms. Winchester notices it.
"What you got their Tommy Boy?" Ms. Winchester asked.
"By the look of it, a personal diary of Joseph Turner." Tommy remarks as he flips through the pages.
"The missing Union deserter?" Ms. Winchester asked.
"Yep." Tommy replies as he got to the last page. Unlike the last dozen pages this one seems less crooked and more in-depth then the rest. Taking the time to read it out loud, a few things these past few days start to become clear.
August 23rd, 1865
"At last, this shall be my final entry. Me and my fellow friends had fled the barracks and headed north to Canadian land. Make a new life there. However on our journey through the green mountains I have discovered a secret that I could not tell my compatriots. Least not until tonight. See, something lives in the lake we have been camping at. It exists and at the same time does not exist in the lake. It revealed to me in a series of bizarre dreams, that it rules a city beyond the stars. It crashed down on this earth when terrifying lizards roamed the land. With the crash came it's own imprisonment within lakes around the world. Though I don't know which lakes it refers to, this one we are camping in front of is one of them. It soon made an offer that I shall take along with my fellow compatriots. In turn for finding the accursed stone that keeps it imprisoned, we will be granted ever lasting life upon the day of it's release. I excepted its bargain and I shall summon it forth with the chant it instructed through my dreams. Once completed, those who are close shall also be invited to the lake. Through queer and daunting dreams that the old one sends forth. Seeing this shall be my last day, I will stop here upon the last page of my journal. Goodbye my fellow humans, for tonight I shall ascend into the stars and bask in its eternal gratitude of my god. The true god, the master of life and death itself. It shall make me and my friends immortal. Oh great Gla'aki. May your will be done."
There were no more words after. The Journal ends, and the two were left with a sense of dread. If this journal is anything to believe, then something is causing these dreams. It was located in the lake. Question is, what happens when it collects it's stone? That was a question neither one wants to answer. They were about to leave when Ms. Winchester noticed something. A loose floor board that looked like a trap door. Deciding she motions for Tommy to keep watch. He gives a nod and aims his snub nose revolver at the door as Ms. Winchester slowly makes her way to the trap door.
She quickly flipped it open, only for nothing but a ladder to be seen. This at least gave them a sigh of relief. The two then entered the secret basement, with the little light they had from their flashlights, they see six stone caskets. Three of the six were closed while the others were wide open. Tommy deciding to look inside one of the open ones found a strange metallic spike in it. It was similar in nature to a narwhal's horn. Except despite the metallic spike being sturdy it was completely hollow. Inside he can see some kind of pinkish residue clinging inside the spike. As he inspects the strange metallic spike he couldn't help but notice traces of greenish mold at the bottom. He scrapped some off and felt the texture. It felt similar to the green mold found on the torn uniform they found yesterday night. While he was inspecting the metal pike, Ms. Winchester decided to see what's inside the close coffins. She then pushes the coffin open. Inside was a body.
The corpse was grey from the lack of flowing blood, the skin was cracking revealing the mussel and tendons. Along with it, there seems to be some kind of green fungus growing in there as well. The man's clothes was that of a union soldier uniform. Albeit in decay and constant repaired. As she inspects the corpse, her ears begin to twitch and she looked over to the side, the other coffin was open revealing another body. Wondering how that coffin opened by itself, she took one step towards it before feeling a cold dead grip on her wrist. Quickly spinning around her shock was met with a frighten yelp. The hand had gripped her wrist and the eyes. My god, they were open with a greenish hue.
Tommy hearing Ms. Winchesters yelp quickly turn around to see a body had grabbed Ms. Winchesters wrist and shirt collar. Acting quickly, he pulls his snub nose and points it at her attacker. Just before he fires, a hand grabbed ahold of his wrist and neck. The gun goes off, missing the target while the attacker lifted Tommy off his feet.
"What Uck, the hell?" Tommy struggled to say as he was being choked by a nose less pale man. The man then brings Tommy closer to reveal that half of his face was missing and a moldy green fungus was growing on tendons.
"Ahornah gla'aki ephaiah syha'h!" The rotting corpse of a man said before raising Tommy back up into a strangle position.
Back over with Ms. Winchester, the thing was trying to pull her into the coffin with it. So acting quickly she managed to pull out her 1903 colt and fired a few rounds at the man's head. Each bullet putting a .32 ACP round through it's head. This did nothing to undo it's death like grip. The man then turned to her, showing that the wound had no effect on it. Even with bits of its brain falling out.
"Jesus, Marry and Joseph." Ms. Winchester remarks in utter shock as the creature lets go of her wrist and collar before wrapping it's cold rotting hands around her neck.
It then lifted her up off the ground strangling her. As she choked, she quickly reach behind her and grabbed a knife. To which she begins to stab the creature multiple times to no avail. As she does the creature ignored it before tossing her into an empty coffin. Before she could get up, the other monster tossed Tommy right on top of her. Tommy tried to quickly pull himself out, but the corpses had grabbed the coffin lid and closed it. Crushing his left hand fingers before retracting and then sealing it shut. Trapping the two in the coffin.
Elsewhere at the same time.
The scene pulls up on a hill. After a few moments Ruby and Marty sticks there head out from over it. Ruby using her rifle stares down the hill at a log cabin in the woods. While they were walking down the path, Marty tried to start up a conversation with her a few times. However, she ignored him for the most part. When asked why she was giving him the cold shoulder she simply remarked. "Tell me where my sister is, then I'll be nice." Course Marty refuse to know nothing of this Yang. After awhile, they noticed smoke coming from the distance and decided to investigate. They crept over a hill and looking down, there was a log cabin in a small valley. As Ruby looked through the scope, Marty was somewhat curious.
"Say, by chance I can look through that scope?" Marty asked, to which Ruby rolled her eyes. Then an ideas came to mind and she turns to him with a smirk.
"Yeah sure." Ruby remarks as she hands him the rifle. Surprisingly. Marty was somewhat caught off guard. He was thinking she would have told him no, very least a fuck off. Still, he was given Crescent Rose and to his surprise the rifle wasn't as heavy as it looked.
He looked through the scope seeing the cabin windows was boarded up. Smoke was coming from the chimney, and the surrounding trees looked like it was shot up to hell. As he looked around he then asked Ruby out of curiosity. "So… why give me the gun? I ain't stupid to try and use it but if I were. This seemed like a dumb idea."
"Oh, because there's no ammo in it." Ruby explains as she hold a red ammo box.
"Oh." Was Marty's response. "Well, I can still use it as a club. Pretty sure it's bulky enough to use it like that."
"True, but it would be a better idea to use it in scythe mode." Ruby remarks as she pushes a button on the side. Causing it to go into scythe mode. The sudden change in weight sent Marty to the ground, crushing his fingers. As he cried silently in pain, Ruby picks up her beloved Crescent Rose and do a quick flip before having set to stationary. As she slipped it onto her back, she then asked in an intimidating tone. "Still, if you think it's a good idea to attack me with my own gun. Your more then welcome to try. It's been awhile since someone knocked me to the ground."
"Awww, tsk. Point taken." Marty grumbled as he messages his sore fingers.
Ruby give a cheeky smile before turning to the cabin. Seeing that there was nothing more to do, she then heads to the cabin. Before she could, Marty grabbed her by her shoulder. "Woah, where do you think your going?"
"Oh, just to ask them for a cup of sugar." Ruby remarks sarcastically as she swats Marty's hand off. "(Sigh) Look, only way for us to know who's inside is to go up and ask them. No point in waiting till they leave."
"Yeah I get that but for a gumshoe you haven't really noticed the bullet holes in the trees have yah." Marty remarks.
"Oh I did. By the looks of it, they uses a Remington model 8, 320. ACP Savage Model 1907, and by the looks of spread in pellets, a side by side double barrel." Ruby said as she pointed to the multiple bullet holes in the tree lines. Course this left Marty's mouth open in shock on how she could identify the weapons just from the bullet holes.
"… How, do you know?" Marty asked still reeling from this young girls intelligence on ballistics.
"Please, I've been a weapons nut since kindergarten. I can identify the model of fire arm from the sound it makes alone." Ruby remarks as she heads down to cabin, leaving the poor mobster in shock. Slightly annoyed she turned to mobster and remarked. "Well are you coming or do I have to get the cuffs?"
Marty quickly ran forward. He was honestly contemplating the pro's and con's of running from her. And after her terrifying revelation of her knowledge on firearms, rotting in a jail cell doesn't sound so bad. They slowly made their way up to cabin. Half the door was blasted off. Window glass were on the rotting grass. And cabin had enough holes that insects of various sizes can fit through. As they got closer, Marty couldn't help but noticed something moving inside. It wasn't till he heard the sound of a double barrel click did he realized.
"Get down!" Marty shouted as he tackles Ruby to the ground. A sudden buckshot blast sent a huge chunk of the door flying off.
"You won't get me! I survived the night and I'll survive till tomorrow morning you bastards!" A voice came out from inside the cabin as another blast went off on top of the two. As the unknown figure was reloading Marty got off of Ruby and the two ran behind cover.
"Is that Phil?" Ruby asked as she pulls Crescent Rose off her back.
"No, sounds like Bobby McGuire." Marty comments as a random blast went through the rooftop.
"Fuck you son's of bitches! Until my brother and Percy gets back, you be sorry!" The man now known as Bobby shouted as a fourth blast comes from inside the house.
"So, how do we take him down? Wait until he's out of ammo?" Marty asked.
"No, go in and tackle him." Ruby remarks as she loads a clip into her riffle.
"… Are you nuts? You do it." Marty interjected as another blast came from the cabin.
"Look, I can distract him long enough for you to get inside." Ruby said as she grabs a rock from off the ground.
"Tsk sure you can. Why shouldn't I believe you shoot me in the back?" Marty argues.
"Because I need you alive if I want to find my sister." Ruby pointed out. "Just go, I got your back."
Marty thought about what she said. It's true, she needs him alive. That sketch of her must have shook the young women to her core. Probably explains why she's been agitated lately as well. So with a sigh, he turned to the cabin and asked. "Alright, give me a signal to go."
Ruby gives a nod before tossing the stone at the cabin. Suddenly two shots ranged out, opening a hole for Ruby to spot the man inside. She then shouted, "Now!" Before opening fire on the kidnapper. Her shots were intended to wound or at least keep the man inside focused on her. As she fired, Marty quickly ran to the cabin and broke down the door with ease. Inside he spots Bobby reloading his double barrel. Acting quickly he divided behind an overturn table just before Bobby got a shot off. He then aims at the table only for Ruby to Blast the gun out of his hand. As he cursed about his luck Marty quickly got out of cover with a table leg in hand. Before the kidnapper could do anything, he was smacked across the face with a piece of oak. This sent him to the ground with teeth flying from his lips. He hits the ground hard, knocking himself out. Marty feeling confident tosses the table leg aside and kneeled over to catch his breath. As he does he noticed the rooms interior. It seemed that the Kidnaper had turn this place upside down using everything that wasn't nailed down as a makeshift fortification.
As he looks around, he notices a suit case in the corner. Deciding to take a closer look inside, he moved to it before opening it. Inside was stacked with twenty's, summing up to exactly ten thousand in cash. Marty with a greedy smirk grabbed a single money stack. By the thickness of the bills he had to guess this was about twice as much as he used to pay bail. As he tucks the money into his inner jacket pocket, Ruby comes running in.
"What you got there?" Ruby asked as she spots Marty. He just closed the case and stood up with it in hand.
"The money, seems Bobby here was guarding the cash." Marty explains as he hands the cash off to Ruby. She eyed him with a suspicious glair before looking inside the case. By the looks of it, seems like all the money was inside. She lets out a small sigh before closing the case and turning to the unconscious kidnapper.
"So, what do we do with him?" Ruby asked.
"Wait, till he wakes up I guess." Marty remarks as he flips up a down chair.
Ruby honestly couldn't think of anything better to do. So she put the case down and handcuffed Bobby to the fireplace kettle. Not wanting to make the mistake with Percy, she patted him down making sure he had no other weapons. Other then a pocket knife the man was now complete defenseless. Surprisingly he had a lot of shells on him. The two waited for an hour, with nothing to talk about the time moved at a slow pace. As the sun starts to go down, Bobby begins to wake up.
"Wha, where the hell am…" Before he could even say anything he suddenly remembers and quickly stands up only for him to be yanked back to the ground by the handcuffs. As he groans in pain Ruby made her presence well known.
"Good afternoon Mr. McGuire. I hope you are calm enough to answer a few questions." Ruby said as she pulls out her cantina before offering it to Bobby. Despite his heavy thirst he slaps the bottle out of her hand.
"Go to hell bitch. When my brother and Percy comes back you'd be in trouble!" Bobby snaps only for a table leg to hit his leg. Causing him to scream in pain.
"Might want to watch your words. Bob." Marty states as he walks by. "She may be a private copper, but last I check I'm not."
"Ugh, you fucking Pipsqueak. Back here after that beating in what? 08? 14? No wait, February 1916. Phil crushed your nuts for selling cigs on our truth. Heh, man did you scream like a little bitch. Heh." Bobby remarks with a chuckle. Irritated Marty was about to swing when Ruby grabbed the table leg. She shook her hand before reaching into her belt and retrieving a bulky looking device. It took Marty a few moments before realizing what it was. With a smirk he grabbed it from Ruby and stuck the metal ends into Bobby's groin. Within an instant a surge of electricity hits him causing the mobster to shit himself as he squeals in pain. After a few moments Marty stops before walking away.
"Ugh… what… in the… hell, was that?" Bobby said as he struggles to say anything.
"Little thing called a Taser. Basically, a pocked size powered cattle prod. I know cause this young lady used it on me." Marty replies before noticing the stench. "Ugh, did… did Bobby McGuire shit himself?"
"Unfortunate side effect, when a surge of electricity hits you. You might loose complete controls of your bodily fluids." Ruby said as she covered his nose. To which she turned to Bobby and retrieve her cantina. "Unlike you Mr. McGuire. Marty didn't crap himself when I tase him. So unless you want to go another round of this we can go at this till the battery dies. And I have spares."
She then pulled out a few batteries. While they don't have much in the way of power, she simply had to dose him in water to add more effect. This terrified Bobby and he agreed to their terms. With a nervous chuckle he remarks. "A-All, right… W-What do you want to know?"
"Good choice. Now, where is Phil Jamison and Lanai Strong?" Ruby asked.
"… Taken. Last night, they were taken." Bobby said as he held his head down.
"By whom?" Ruby asked.
"Ghost's. That ghost story about the union soldiers, well it ain't a story. I saw them, their pale skin, glowing green eyes, and horrible smiles." Bobby states as he begins to hyperventilate in fear. The two looked at one another before looking back at him. After a few moments Ruby spoke up.
"These… ghost. They took Phil Jamison and Lanai Strong where?" Ruby asked with a concerned tone.
"… North. I watch them drag the two to the Reservoir campsite… you're not honestly thinking about going after them? I put a buckshot through one's chest and it didn't even bother to fall down!" Bobby wailed as sweat begin to fall from his head. Getting his answer Ruby stands up before grabbing the suit case of money. She motions for Marty to follow as well. Realizing that they were leaving he calls out. "Hey! You can't leave me like this!"
"The Key is in your back pocket. Either stay here or head back to town. I guaranty you won't get far in these woods." Ruby said before she and Marty leaves.
The two head north, deciding to not take the path and remain in the woodlands for cover. It will take them a while but at least they won't be spotted so easily. As they head north, Marty had a few questions to ask Ruby.
"Sure it was a good idea to leave him behind? Especially with that scatter gun?" Tommy asked.
"I removed the firing pins and jammed the barrels with rocks." Ruby answered as she moved a tree branch out of the way. "He won't be able to use that shotgun for anything less than a club."
"Aw… shouldn't we told him Percy and his brother is dead?" Marty asked as he avoids being whacked by a tree branch. "I mean I hate the bastard, but it seemed… wrong not to tell him."
"(Sigh) Yeah it kinda does, but if we told him he might not be willing to tell us what happened. Though I'm not sure about this whole ghost story." Ruby answered honestly.
"Tsk, Yeah. Seems a bit far fetch. Kinda wonder what we are going to find at this Reservoir." Marty remarks as the two continue on through the woods.
Ruby had to agree. Why would 'Ghost' take a kidnapper and the hostage. Why stalk the woods. Why do any of this? There had to be an explanation and the only place that has answers is this reservoir. The two silently begin to climb up a small hill overlooking the camp. Bellow they can see a few workers pulling something out of a hole near a lake. A few wood cabins, a gate by the road. As Ruby looks through the lenses of Crescent Rose she nearly missed something in the setting sun's light. Tommy, and Ms. Winchester. They were being dragged by a group of workers to a cabin, bound and gagged.
Hello Everybody, Wombag1786 here.
So it seem that they made it to the top of the mountain. What happened to the artist, why are the reservoir workers helping those... thing? And what exactly are these abominations to begin with? Please do guess. Next chapter will be the last one. Now onto the comments and questions.
From FEV Grim: As they say in France. Allons-y!
Thanks for writing FEV Grim
From Black cross0: Nope. She's in Chicago. I think. Maybe. The Timeline is confusing on purpose.
Sadly not. First seven arcs are solo adventures. Afterword's… depends.
Evil books? Probably. They are everywhere. Books on RWBY? No. Maybe one or two on Remnant, but not on the team. Heh, trust me I fully intend to twist the knife. Very deep.
Oh… well that's somewhat hard to say. I mean Dagon was connected in chapter seven Arc three will make a connection with the color out of space. You got to keep an eye out and read in between the details.
Thanks for writing Black cross0
From Combine117: Oh, since when did it ever do?
Trust me, next chapter will answer your questions on the end.
Thanks for writing Combine117
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