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Arkham Massachusetts, French Hill district. 10 A.M the Next day
3rd POV
The view opens up on a white three-story Georgian style house. A wooden sign hangs overhead with two podiums of fire beneath it. This house was rented out to it's current owner, now using it as a sort of church. The Temple of Hope. A few dozen people enter the house, some were devoted followers of the church. Others had just begone to visit. As the crowed of people begin to leak into the building two familiar people had followed behind them.
Schmidt and Yang had yet to discover who hired the possum last night. But that did not perturb them from seeking out this Mr. Smith. They adorned themselves in church clothes to help themselves move into the church. Schmidt in a grey three-piece suit, with a boater hat, and a sunflower boutonniere. Yang had on an autumn yellow knee flowing skirt and a mid-sleeved shirt. Wrapped around her neck were long pearls and to hide her robotic arm was long silk white gloves. The two were well groomed and looked like they were excited to sit before the lord. With that look, they passed in with the crowed with relative ease.
They were herded into what was once the living room, now modified for a prayer circle where they were brought into the reception room with multiple chairs were set out. Almost all of them had a patron sitting in them. In fact, a few chairs from the back had to be brought in to acuminate the many people seeking hope. As they sit for a few moments the room was went silent as the door they entered opened. Outsteps a pale man with an extended goatee with a pencil thin handlebar mustache. He was middle aged, with jet black hair. He was wearing an all-white linin suit with a black western bow tie. He had removed his white fedora before pass it to a follower who stared on with devoted eyes. He walked before the podium and looks onward at the crowed. A few new comers have attended, and with a smile he grabs a small pamphlet.
"… Brothers and sisters. I welcome y'all to the Temple of Hope. I am John Joseph Smith. Minster of this local chapter." The man introduced himself in a southern well-educated tone. He then pointed to Schmidt, Yang, and a few others. "I can see that we have a few members who have not appeared in any of our sessions. May you introduce yourselves to our flock."
"Um, well putting me on the spot." Schmidt said in a fake W.A.S.P accent, something he worked on to put on when pretending to be someone else. He then gave a fake name to the group. "I'm John Sullivan."
"Well, John Sullivan. Tell us what you hope for." Smith asked.
"My daughters' swift recovery." Schmidt told honestly. For a convincing lie being close to the truth will make it all the more convincing.
"A family man! Pray for him Brothers and Sisters, for I see the flames of hope in him!" Smith said as the more devoted followers reply in a strange chant.
"IA! IA! Lord of hope! Ftagn Ia! Azathoth! IA!" A dozen and half chanted.
"Now you sister, what your name and what pray for hope do you hold." Smith asked as he points to Yang.
"Yuhai Sullivan. And I hope for my sisters recovery as well." Yang lied and a friendly tone.
"Aw, a family has joined us." Smith said with a wide smile. "May I get amen Brothers and Sisters!"
"IA! IA! Lord of hope! Ftagn Ia! Azathoth! IA!" The congregation said all together.
Smith then went on to call upon a few more members who all gave their name and hopes. Once done Smith proceeded from the podium to the center of the room, standing before the crowed. He then gave a long speech. "Brother's and Sister, you all need hope to survive! For without it you are nothing but automatons, soulless bodies that have no meaning! Reach into your hearts and seek the hope within, for soon darkness will descend and burn mankind from the face of this planet. If you are not prepared then you shall burn too! I bring you hope, brothers and sister! Through me I can heal your heart and help you to see the universe beyond. For beyond us here is the center of all things! A burning purifying flame at the heart of the cosmos. If we hold true and let that purifying flame embrace and fill us, we will be saved while the rest of mankind is turned to ashes! Call with me, Brothers and sisters, call with me the words of hope, the words of power!"
"IA! IA! Lord of hope! Ftagn Ia! Azathoth! IA!" Schmidt and Yang Repeated with the congregation.
"I can't hear you Brothers and Sisters! Call out once more upon them words of power!" Smith shouts out.
"IA! IA! Lord of hope! Ftagn Ia! Azathoth! IA!" The congregation with Schmidt and Yang said louder.
"I still can't hear y'all brother's and sisters of this here congregation! Call upon the lord of hope one more time!" Smith shouted with his hands out reached.
""IA! IA! LORD OF HOPE! FTAGN IA! AZATHOTH! IA!" The wild congregation shouted in a spectacle of religious revelry.
"AMEN! Brothers and Sisters Amen!" Smith said before calming down. With it, the congregation went silent. After a few moments Smith called upon them. "Now Brothers and Sisters, as always I must request an apology for the short day. Please pray in silence with me while our lovely followers play the flutes of our lord!"
The congregation went silent as two female patrons got up and picked up flutes. They begin to play it in a provocative way. Making rather strange and rather unpleasant noises as they moved about in slithering motion. As they do Schmidt gives a nod to Yang, who gives one in return. She silently got up and walked to the doors, as she does one of the congregation notices and with Smith's permission followed her.
"Sister, where are you going?" One of the members asked.
Yang turns around and with a smile remark. "I'm sorry but I need to use the washroom. I'll try to be quick about it."
"Oh… do you know where it is?" The man asked.
"No, can you escort me?" Yang asked in a sweet tone.
"Y-Yeah sure. It be my pleasure." The man said with a polite nervous chuckle.
He then opens the door for her and led him upstairs. The two walked up the stairs of the old house inviting her to the nearby washroom. She stepped inside and close the door. From the way he didn't leave the spot. Rather he was waiting for her to leave. Damn, least she came prepared. She spotted a set of stairs leading upstairs. She can't sneak out the way she came, but there was a window that led outside. She quickly opened the window and removed her gloves. Activating a feature, she had discovered her strange yet … convenient, hand had. With a flick of her wrist metallic spikes popped out of her metal fingertips. She gave a cheeky smile before exiting out the window. The white painted bricks were easy to pierce, using this she quietly climbed to the third floor with nobody the wiser. She climbed into the window, finding herself in a sort of office.
"Heh, in with a… flair? Nah… that's dumb." Yang mutters. For some odd reason she has this urge to say 'in with a or out with a.' Yet there seems to be something missing. She has tried a few times to figure it out but yet she could not think of anything. Really annoyed her but one day she will figure it out… hopefully.
She sneaked over to the door and quickly checked to see it's locked. Which it was. Meaning this room must be holding some important. She quickly begins searching through the room finding nothing but books, papers, and junk. She didn't find anything pertaining to Sticky Jack. Checking the desk, she found that there was a lock secret compartment. She looked around, finding a letter opener before jamming it in. As easy as it is to break it open, she didn't want to leave any sign of anyone being in here. After a few attempts she finally got the lock undone. She silent opens it to find a black nameless book and a fat stack of hundreds. With a greedy smile she pockets what is easily a thousand dollars before taking a closer look at the book. She skimmed through it, detailing something about this Azathoth thing at the center of the universe. About a blind idiot god. The great dreamer. Yadi-yadi-ya spawner of the black man. As she quickly went through, she came upon a parchment sticking slightly out. On it was a street, Curzone street. There are five Curzone streets in Arkham. Maybe Jack's hold up in one. Question was where? She tried to read the rest but it was smudged beyond reading, and the door was jiggling. Quickly placing the book back, she dives out the window just as the door opens.
In walked Mr. Smith. He had arrived to retrieve something when he noticed the window was open. Strange since he doesn't remember that. He went to the window and looked out. Looking around to see nothing. As he looks about, the view pulls out to show Yang hiding just below the window. She struggled not to swing as she held on by one hand. As she quietly hangs there she held her breath for a few moments before Smith close the window and Yang lets out a small sigh. She proceeded to climb back in, unaware someone had spotted her from the ground.
Yang quickly placed on her gloves on the and flushed the toilet before briefly turning on the sink. Giving the impression she finished her private moment before stepping out in the hall. The man was their waiting to escort her down. It's clear he was curious why she took so long but that would be rude of him to do so. She returned back to her seat beside Schmidt just shortly followed by Smith. The sermon continued with free pamphlet's being handed out. The sermon ended with a few followers remaining behind to thank those leaving for attending todays sermon. As the two were about to leave Smith stepped in front.
"I have to say Mr. Sullivan. You have a spark of hope in those eyes that I rarely see. Especial in those who fought in the war." Smith said with a grin as he held out his hand.
"Well, us Yankee boys should not be trifled with. Hun's should have learned that during the crossing of the Delaware." Schmidt said jokingly as he held out his hand to shake Smith's. As he does Smith pulls him close to whisper into his ear.
"Oh, they should have. But make no mistake, Mr. Sullivan. If you or your Chink daughter think you can take me for an easy swindle, I will show you what southern do with no good, carpet baggers and their half breed gook." Smith threatened. Schmidt didn't even flinch as Smith let's go of him. He then tips his hat and walks back inside.
Schmidt straightens his hat before giving a dead stare. After fixing his suit he and Yang walked down the street, not paying a second glance back. As they walked away Schmidt spoke to Yang in a hush tone.
"What did you take?" Schmidt asked as he removes the flower boutonniere.
"Not much. Just some green and this note." Yang replies as she pulls the money roll and paper out of a hidden compartment in her robotic arm.
"… To much." Schmidt said as he counts the cash. Disappointed that she took so much he scolds her. "If you had taken one or two bills you may have gotten away. Luckily, he can't pin us… but I don't think we will have a problem as long as we stay clear of that sad attempt of a scam."
"Not the religious type?" Yang asked with a smirk.
"No, I ain't. Who would be after the war?" Schmidt said rhetorically as he pulls out a cigarette. He strikes up a match and takes a drag from the cigarette before exhaling. The view filled with smoke before the scene changes.
At the Miskatonic Campus… an hour later.
The view pulls in on the campus grounds. There on the common's grounds Schmidt was taking his last drag before discarding his cigarette. The bell chimed and students and faculty left there classes and headed to another building. The two sat their looking on at a statue of John C. Dillinger. Founder of the school in 1770. As they waited Schmidt had smoked a pack waiting, while Yang read a newspaper. Apparently, a prodigal son of some famous Gumshoe was returning after years of being away. Reason for waiting on Campus grounds was to catch a man named 'Greasy' John Sapolsky. But he went by the name 'Greasy Spoon'. See when talking with Spider last night, he revealed that Sticky Jack had indeed pulled a job. Though where he's hold up is another question entirely. His best friend will most likely know. Would come to Campus to pick the wallets of those who looked well to do. As the two sat there waiting for a vagabond looking figure, a question that has been submitted in her head came forth.
"Schmidt." Yang started as she flipped the page.
"Yeah?" Schmidt replies back.
"… Why did you take me in?" Yang asked.
Schmidt was silent for a few moments as he takes a drag from his cigarette. After he exhaled, he respond. "You saved my life kid. Even if you can't remember it. Rules state that I owe you. And seeing that money wouldn't cut it I'd care for you as if you were my own."
"Yeah, I know but really. Why did you help me? Was it the hand?" Yang asked point to her right hand.
"Um, no. Though I still wonder the damn thing vibrates." Schmidt said as he could not think of any reason. "Regardless I owed you the favor, nothing more, nothing less. I wasn't looking for a kid to replace. My daughter is one in a million. Ain't nothing ever going to replace her."
"Alright. Guess I should consider myself lucky." Yang remarks as she looked down at her assets. She has received multiple stares at her girls. While it was flattering at times she begone to feel it drew wrong attention from some of the more grope-ier fellows. This either ended with the annoyance having his nose broken by either her or Schmidt. As the two returned to their silence wait Schmidt noticed a figure walking over.
He was a chubby figure, with a dressed in decaying wool jacket with patches barely holding on. Oversize pants and a pork pie hat with a hole on the top. He seemed to walk with a slump as he moved about the crowed. As the crowed was at their thickest he stands up straight before grasping his hand over the heart before falling to the ground. As he rolls around in agony the students quickly race over to see if he was ok.
Schmidt and Yang watches on with some amusement. The man wasn't having a heart attack, he was faking it. Luring in the one's with bleeding hearts before picking their pockets. Once he snatched enough, he miraculously recovers. Being helped up he thanked the students before he quickly 'heads home'. As he moves past them Schmidt toss aside the cigarette he was smoking while Yang sets down the paper. The two followed after him. Finding him around the corner retrieving the cash and anything of value from the wallets and purses. The two walked over to the man, without him noticing. Once standing over him Schmidt addressed the man.
"Mr. Sapolsky." Schmidt said causing the man to let out a little squeal before dropping the wallet he had picked. He slowly turned around to see Schmidt standing over him. After a brief moment Schmidt continued. "You have some things we want."
"… I see… just one thing." Spoon said before point behind him. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"
Schmidt and Yang look behind him only to see nothing. When they turned around a wallet hit's Schmidt in the eye and Spoon was half way down the block. As Schmidt curses from this cheap move Yang raced after. For a fat bastard spoon was pretty quick. Yang wasn't the fastest but she was slowly gaining on him. He did everything to slow her down. Throwing rubbish cans, going through crowds of people, even barreling through the busy streets. Yang managed to jump over the can's move through the people, and avoid being hit by a car. The two quickly raced into a deserted alleyway before he tripped over his own feet. The man quickly crawls away, tossing random junk at Yang who slowly approached her. Eventually he curls up in a ball and cried.
"Leave me alone!" Spoon said on the ground. Yang reaches down only for him to kick her. The boot missed Yang's face but touched her hair. As he reels back Yang notices one strand of hair missing. Time slowed down before Yang's eyes turn red in rage.
She quickly grabs Spoon by the neck, dragging him over to the wall before thrashing his body against it. The old brick wall cracked as the man struggled to break free from Yang's metallic arm. As she strangles him a voice called out.
"Yang! Stop we need him alive!" Schmidt shouted as he ran down the alley.
Yang turned to him with a growl. After a few moments she drops Spoon. After he gasped for air for a few moments, Yang quickly delivers a punch to the wall, Missing his head by an inch and causing a bigger crack in the brick wall to form.
"Touch my hair again, and no god will be able to undo what I do. Understand?" Yang said in a dead serious tone.
"Y-Yes Ma'am… W-Won't ever happen again Ma'am…" Spoon said in a stuttering panic. With a huff she walks away as her eyes return to normal lilac color. As Spoon slowly calms down Schmidt walks over to help him up.
"As I was saying. You have something we want, and if you give us it then I can guarantee you she won't rip you to shreds." Schmidt said calmly with his hand out held.
"… Toss in a free meal, and you got yourself a deal." Spoon said as he hesitantly takes Schmidt's hand.
Thirty minutes later, at a nearby diner.
Yang waited outside, keep an eye on Spoon through the nearby window of a diner. Fat bastard was telling Schmidt his life story over two fat burgers... that spoon devoured in seconds. He learned that he hadn't talked with Sticky Jack for awhile. Last he spoke was two weeks when he mentions a man looking to hire him for a gig. The fact that he hasn't been seen means he's hiding out in his old apartment. He was reluctant to talk, seeing that he was friends. Schmidt had to do some convincing which took longer than expected.
As Yang waited patiently, she looked up at the mid-day sky. She smiled a bit when she noticed one cloud looking like a Welsh Corgi. She can't explain it but she found Corgi's to be a favorit breed. Maybe something to do with the past she could not remember. As she looks up one cloud a new one came out. At first it looked like a spider, but as it expands it begin to look like a woman. Yang stares deeply into it for a few moments before suddenly the cloud open up to reveal blacken red eyes. Black veins grew all along it as the cloud became human shape. As it twists and contorts in all kinds of horrific manner, black smoke appeared out from it before it turned towards Yang. It lets out a horrifying banshee like scream before charging down to Yang at quick speed. Frightening Yang who was about to cover her head when a flash of light hits her. As she rubs her eyes a familiar voice can be heard.
"Yang, 'Iron arm' Xiao Long. Interesting name, but seeing what's under that glove, it does suit you." Suzie said as she lowers her Graflex camera.
"W-What are you talking about?" Yang asked as she blinked a few times.
"That arm of yours. You know, the one that you used to climb in and out of a window out in the French Hill district." Suzie said as she points at Yang's metallic arm.
"Lady, I have no idea what you're talking about." Yang remarks with an annoyed tone.
"Let's start at the beginning then. No birthdate, family, origins, and apparently memory, you first came on the scene in a small town outside New Orleans. Yet despite that you have gained an infamous status in Chicago. You have been seen with the South side Chicago group, while you evaded Johnny law you have gain the nickname 'Iron arm'. Most believe it is from your imposing and improvable strength, yet rumors speculated that you have a prosthetic with multiple features. However, as I just saw this morning that prosthetic looked more advance then something the egg heads in the military could invent. Followed by your strange eye color and surprisingly attractive appeal you just scream trouble." Suzie listed off as she pulls out a small note pad. As she continued on she flipped through the multiple notes on Yang before coming to a stop on a list of crimes. "Should I stop here or would you rather have me list the names of crimes you have been accused of in the last month? Trust me, it's quite a list."
Yang was silent. At the same time, she was annoyed yet equally impressed. How this woman managed to figure out so much about him in such a short about of time. It seriously hasn't been a day since she met her and she knew more than the police in Chicago. She was about to open her mouth when another voice can be heard.
"No, you don't have too. But I'd like to know who the hell are you and what do you want." Schmidt asked as he walked on out of the dinner.
"Aw, so you must be the man who found this gemstone of destruction. Jacob Schmidt, Former soldier, vagabond, and suspected bootlegger. A proud father of one Abigale Schmidt and Iron arm's current ward." Suzie said as she puts down her pen and held out her hand. "Suzie Kempston, reporter from the Arkham Gazette, care to answer a few questions?"
"Tsk, about what?" Schmidt said as he crossed his arms.
"Well, for starters why such a deadly due are here in Arkham, and exactly where you found this one side broad." Suzie said causing Yang to move towards her in rage. But was stopped by Schmidt.
"Lady. I have no idea what you're talking about. And even then, I ain't interested in filling a journalist next tabloids junk." Schmidt said before walking off with Yang following behind. As they walked away Suzie said something that caused him to stop.
"Fine, if you don't want to play ball, I have friends who are eager to talk with your daughter." Suzie said causing Schmidt to stop dead in his tracks. He then turned around and walked back over to her.
"Lady… I don't know what you know about me or Yang. But let me tell you right now, those stories… tall tales, say-so's. If anything, those rumors… have been watered down. Especially when it comes to the wellbeing of my daughter." Schmidt threatened.
"Hmm, No doubt." Suzie said with a small grin. "Course this could all be avoided if you tell me, why are you looking for this 'Sticky' Jack."
"Lady, I have no idea what you're talking about." Schmidt said firmly before he hears the sound of a car coming to a sudden stop nearby. Outstepped a few men wearing bags over their head. Before Schmidt could comment he felt a wire going around his neck. Someone came out of nowhere and wrapped a garrote wire around his neck. Yang seeing this quickly reaches for her A.E. Lugar but before she could even pull it out one of the masked fellows shot her in the head with a shotgun.
The force sent her flying over and the world went silent. Screams filled the air as the masked figure quickly push Suzie to the ground, they grabbed ahold of Schmidt who was looking on in horror as the same figure quickly walked over to Yang and pointed the shotgun at her head. One pull of the trigger, and Schmidt snapped. No longer was he in Arkham streets, he was once more back in the trenches. The figures that attacked him. They were German Stoßtruppen, Yang was on the ground in a Dough boy uniform with mud covering her face. The German Stoßtruppen cocks another round into the chamber, seeing him do so enraged Schmidt.
With a loud war scream he jumps up, kicking the German Stoßtruppen in front and pushing the one who was strangling him against the wall, this knocked some of the air out of the attacker's lungs, giving Schmidt enough time to elbow him in the face causing him to drop Schmidt. Schmidt went for his knife and race to the German Stoßtruppen with the shotgun. He quickly noticed Schmidt and turns his gun on Schmidt. Before he could get a shot off, he pushed the barrel to the side as it goes off. The German Stoßtruppen takes one step back before immediate pounced on by an enraged Schmidt.
"YOU COCKSUCKING KRAUT SHITS! I'LL KILL YOU ALL! YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" Schmidt shouted in a mad rage as he punctured the German Stoßtruppen twelve times in the neck within seconds. As he butchered the man, he was grabbed by the rest of the German Stoßtruppen, dragging him away, as Schmidt screamed out at them. "FUCK YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME! SIE ZIEGE VERDAMMTE SCHLAMPEN! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
Yang 2nd POV
Yang's head was spinning, it took her a few moments before her eye's open she looked up to see Schmidt cursing a storm by her side. She blinked a few times watching Schmidt butchering her attacker. If someone tried to ice you, you tend to have that kind of rage. But seeing Schmidt, covered in blood… it terrified her. As she looked on she blinked one before seeing before her a… devil. Black tuxedo, crimson red hair with horns, and a white mask covering his eyes. A sense of terror overwhelmed her senses that she blinked a few times in hopes that the figure disappears. When her eye's open again, Schmidt was there. Blood soaked hands and stained face as the attackers dragged him away.
"FUCK YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME! SIE ZIEGE VERDAMMTE SCHLAMPEN! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Schmidt screamed as he was disarmed of his trench knife and forced into the car. The car drove away with one remaining behind. He walked over to her and picked up the A.E Luger. Turning around the figure walked over to Suzie. She had witnessed the violence and was clobbered over the head with a blackjack. By the time she had recovered the masked individual was pointing Yang's gun at her head. Hearing her terrified gasp for some reason enraged Yang. Her vision turns a shade of red and her head felt like it was on fire.
3rd POV
Suzie crawled away but the figure was right before her. He had a luger that he nagged of Iron arm. She wanted to get a scope that put her name on the magazine. A girl with an automaton arm, would have made an interesting first page. But now it seems her name will be in the obituary section. The figure cocked the luger before speaking to her.
"Sorry, Suzie. Wrong place. Wrong time." The man said in a familiar voice. Suzie didn't even blinked as he pulled the trigger. But something… unnatural yet miracles happened.
A hand reached out and stopped the bullet. The masked figure was spinned around before a powerful uppercut was delivered to his head. So powerful that it sent his head and only head flying a mile up into the air. After a few moments blood spewed out like a geyser before the body slumps to the ground. Before her was Yang, standing tall with red crimson eyes.
Suzie couldn't describe what she is seeing. A girl, had been shot twice in the head with a shotgun. Got back up, stopped a bullet with her bare hand then delivered a punch so powerful it caused the head to pop like a bottle of champain. Not only that but the force shredded her sleeve, revealing her metallic arm in whole. Overall, a sea of emotions can be felt. Fear, horror, and shock were some. But overpowering them was ecstatic and marvel. Forget front page, this girls story could become the story of the decade. After a few seconds the head plops back onto the ground and suddenly Yang's eyes return to normal lilac color as a look of shock hits her.
"Schmidt!" Yang said with a startled look. She quickly picks up her A.E and races down the road turning a corner. Not wanting to let this once in a lifetime story go to waste Suzie quickly got to her feet. She chased after Yang, but by the time she had round the corner Yang had already gotten on her bike and road off down the road after Schmidt.
In the car Schmidt struggled as the masked figures held him down, he screamed profanity and death threats in German and English; All while he fought with a crazed look on his face as he struggled. This deeply, disturbed a few of the masked figures.
"By the lord of hope, this man's mad." One masked figure remarks as he holds Schmidt head down with little success.
"Tsk, Terry should have put him down instead of the blonde." One masked figure remarked.
"You've heard what our messiah said. Bring the man, the girl is hopeless." The driver remarks.
"Ugh, shame to. She Ugh had a real… (grunt) nice set on her. Ugh Shame we didn't fill her with hope." One masked figure said as he struggles to hold Schmidt down.
"Heh, I hear that." One masked figure chuckled in shotgun. He then turned around to the back and point his finger towards one figure holding down Schmidt. "Say Joe, any chance we can swing by the morgue? Maybe we can get one last 'inspection' of those fine tits of he (BANG!)…"
Before he could even finish a gunshot went off and one was sent straight through the man's face. An inch below his eye, spray blood over the window shield. Everyone let out a panic cry before a series of gun shot was fired upon the car. First, they thought the guy they nabbed had a gun, but once the shots were fired they look out of the car to see the girl who they fought was dead. Yet there she was, driving after them… looking as mad as the man they held down.
"Mother of god! She's still alive!" One shouts in horror!
"How the fuck! Terry put two bucks through her head!" The one driving shouts as he wipes the blood from the windshield.
"Don't know don't care; Just step on it!" Another in the back remarks as he grabs ahold of Schmidt's colt.
The car speeds down the road, barreling through traffic as Yang slowly catches up. Seeing that they couldn't lose her, one kidnapper leans out the window and took a few shot's off at her. She dodges the shot's moving side to side till the man ran out of bullets. He quickly retreated back into the car and patted Schmidt down for any more clips. As he does, he failed to notice Yang riding along the right side. Just as he found the other clip, a metal arm shot through the door grabbing ahold of him. He only had a moment to scream as he and the door, were torn off and tossed to the side, being run over by a truck. She aimed her metallic arm at the three masked figures remaining, but the man driving acted quickly. He attempted to ram her off the road, so acting quickly she released her arm sending it flying into the face of one of the kidnappers. She pulled back before she could be rammed, meanwhile the kidnapper lost his grip on Schmidt, who was now armed, with an arm.
He quickly grabbed ahold of it an smacked the driver, causing the car to lose some control, allowing him to break free. He turned to the others and smacked a few before being tackled to the floor with his head sticking out of the broken door. Using Yang's hand to push him off, Schmidt struggled for a few seconds before pressing down on a button, causing two barrels to spring out the top. He turned it fist side, just as two shotguns fired off. Leaving a bloody mess where the kidnappers head was. Without losing a beat he quickly kicked the corpse out the left side. Yang drove along side and Schmidt leaped from the car onto the back of Yang's bike.
"Are you alright Schmidt?!" Yang called back as she slowed down enough for Schmidt to get on the back.
"Fan-Fucking-Tastic, though I should be asking you that kid!" Schmidt remarks as he hand's Yang back her arm. "I saw him plug two in your head. How the hell are you still kicking?"
"Don't know, thick skull I think." Yang remarks with a shrug before handing Schmidt his knife back.
As he takes the knife back the kidnappers tried to run them off the road. Swirling to avoid an ongoing car, Yang found her bike in front of the kidnappers. Realizing that they were no longer looking to take prisoners she shouted to Schmidt to hold on before driving forward. She drove through the streets the merchant district. Making multiple sharp turns, cutting through narrow openings in the road, even diving through an alleyway to lose their attackers. Yet the kidnappers persisted, it wasn't till they came to the bridge in the Old-Port district leading across the water into the North Side district. Unfortunely the bridge was under repair, yet that didn't detour Yang. Construction workers on the bridge screamed out for her to slow down, yet she didn't listen rather gaining speed even when Schmidt shouted for her to stop. She was about to go off the bridge when she held out her left hand and fired off a round from her gauntlet. Hitting truck's backdoor. The thing fell to the ground with multiple long strips of thick plywood slid out, forming a ramp. She drove up and over into the air, with a massive grin on her face as Schmidt screamed in fear. They sailed through the sky for a few moments before crashing down on the other side. She turns the bike to the side and it skids to a slow stop. As she does, the two looked over at the other side, there they see the Kidnappers car try the same thing… only to fall off the side and crash into the water below. Yang couldn't help but laugh at their misfortune, but when she turned to Schmidt he was clearly not amused. Her laughter was cut short when they heard the sound of sirens. Quickly revving her bike, she drove along the unfinished road. Fleeing the scene with one question in mind… other then how she survived a up-close encounter with a scattergun. Who tried to kidnap Schmidt? They didn't sound like McMurtry's goons and definitely weren't as professional as them. Perhaps it was a third party, if that is the case they need to move quickly.
Hours later, on the Lower Southside
After laying low in a new apartment, the two made their way to five Curzone streets in Arkham in lower southside. Changing clothes, Schmidt was now wearing a three-piece navy suit. Light blue colored shirt paired with a navy-blue stripped vest and a similar blazer. A black tie, navy blue fedora, and a black trench coat hiding a Remington Model 8 rifle underneath it. Yang had a pair of womens riding pants, held up by suspenders. Over her attire was a beige trench coat, hiding a sawed-off double barrel. A leather glove hiding her right hand and a plaid paperboy hat hiding her face. They had found the house that Spoon had pointed too. A shabby two-story house that was falling apart. Quickly readying themselves Schmidt walks forward, knocking on the door. After a few seconds he was about to knock again when the door open. On the other side was this bloated woman, her hair was a mess, and she looked exhausted with Bloodshot eyes. That didn't even begin to cover the smell. It was like something died under her skin. She looked down at the two before remarking, "I got a pot on boil…"
"Um… sure." Schmidt remarks before following the landlady in. Yang was about to enter the apartment when she thought she heard something off. She looked behind, making sure nobody was behind her before entering.
The room… smelled like piss. The wall papers looked scratched, the furniture looked like it was carved by a rabid animal, the picture of her and a man was on the ground cracked and torn with deep resenting anger. The floor had multiple sets of scratch marks, like someone was trying to dig down. She had seated the two on the couch, before walking off to get coffee. As Schmidt and Yang sat their uncomfortable Schmidt hushed to her.
"Yang, head upstairs and take care of Jack. Should be the last room down the hall. I'll keep the lady distracted." Schmidt ordered Yang.
"With pleasure. Smells worse than the cat houses." Yang remarks as she tried not to vomit from the horrendous odor this room produced. Giving a nod, she got up from her seat and made her way to the stairs when something caught her eye.
She noticed a small stain on the stairs. At the center was a chipped tooth, stuck in the wood. Tracing the stain her eyes turn to a small broom closet by the stairs. Hesitantly, she walks over and slowly opens the door. Upon opening it, she lets a loud gasp of horror drawing Schmidt's attention. He got up and looked over to find a man's head pinned to back wall, and his body violently mutilated in a semi neat pile. Upon seeing it Yang quickly turned to a dead fern to vomit in, only to find baby fingers in the dirt. As she tried to correlate that image of baby fingers while the sight set Schmidt off. He can hear the sounds of gun fire, and artillery in the back of his head with such clarity that one could mistake it for happening in scene. It got louder and louder before a sudden clearing of someone's throat pulled him out of it. He turned around, and in the door to the kitchen was the landlady. A tin coffee pot in one hand, and a huge butcher knife in the other. Her eye's had rolled up into the back of her skull, showing only the white of her eyes. She was muttering something incoherent.
"F' ah'n'gha, f' ah'n'gha nilgh'ri. Ahnythor f' ah'n'gha nilgh'ri! AHNYTHOR F' AH'NGHA NILGH'RI!" She shouted in a mad rage before she tossed the open coffee pot at Schmidt. He quickly ducked, but unfortunately Yang was hit face first with boiling substance. As she lets out a scream in agony the Land Lady tosses the pot before charging towards Schmidt.
He evaded the pot before pulling the Remington Model 8 rifle out from under the trench coat. Before he could get a shot off the Lady with blinding rage knocked it out of her hand before trying to decapitate him. He evaded going under the swing before retrieving his trench knife. He stabbed her a few times in the back, yet the lady didn't even flinch. She turned around and back hand Schmidt over the couch into the coffee table. He groaned in pain as the lady approaches him. Seeing this Schmidt went for his colt, pulling it on her only for a single shot missing her as she crushed down hard on his arm. Schmidt let's out an agenizing yelp in pain as the lady raises her butcher knife. Before she could drop it, she was shot in the back by Yang. She had recovered and in anger pulled out her double barrel, putting two buck shots into the back of her attacker.
Angered over this, the Lady didn't seem to die. Rather she stumbled towards Yang with the butcher knife held High. As she does, Schmidt quickly ran up behind her. Grabbing ahold of her shoulder before leaping up and implanting his knife into her skull. The lady twitched for a few moments before falling onto her knees, and crashing to the ground.
"… So much… for coffee." Yang said as she slowly got to her feet.
"(Huff, Huff) Yeah… still, the hell (Huff, Huff) was her problem." Schmidt remarks as he struggled to catch his breath. Once he did, he then slightly struggled to remove his knife from her brain. After a few attempts he managed to do so. He begins cleaning his knife before continuing. "Yang, check the kitchen, I'll make sure nobody heard nothing."
Yang gave a nod before loading two more shells into the double barrel. As she went to investigate the kitchen Schmidt retrieved the rifle. He went to the front door and found that he could not open it. He pushed and pulled and yet, it did not budge. Putting aside the rifle he puts a foot on the wall and tugged. Continuing till he pulled the entire handle off, falling to the ground.
"Ugh, what in the hell?" Schmidt asked himself before tossing aside the handle.
"Hey Schmidt! Come over here!" Yang called out from the kitchen.
Seeing they ain't going out the front, Schmidt quickly retrieves his gun and walked into the kitchen. The place was an assorted mess, with multiple assortments of pots, pans, and rotting food spewed about. However, the most disturbing thing was the oven, in it was multiple burned objects. Lockets, pictures, valuables… a black crisped little baby hand sticking out. Missing all it's fingers. Above was something hard to describe. A swirl of colors made from assorted sauces, condiments, makeup, blood, and feces. It was a mixture of colors, drawn in an indescribable manner. A vortex, with the center of it a black rotting hole, that looked like a whirlpool. At the center… was a fried blue baby eye.
"Mother of god." Schmidt said as he looked on in horror.
"… Is… Is this normal?" Yang said as she tried not to hurl or fall to her knees in shock.
"No… this is just…" It then dawned upon Schmidt. He has seen all kinds of cruelty. Everything one human can inflict upon another. Yet this, the only thing close he has seen was like that time in New Orleans. When he met Yang. "…wrong… Yang, we need to find Jack. Now."
"Can't we just leave?" Yang pleaded without taking her eye off the baby. "Just, leave… and burn this place to the ground."
"Trust me, I wish we could do that… but it seems we can't enter the way we came." Schmidt respond as he helped her leave the room.
After leaving that ghastly sight… they return to the entrance where Schmidt showed the futility of trying to open the door. Yang gave a shot at tearing down the door with her bare hands, yet she couldn't even break the window. They tried shooting the door but it ended up being a waste of ammo. Seeing that they were stuck, they had no choice but to find Sticky Jack upstairs. After all, there may be a way to leave upstairs. The two walked up the dark stair case. First slowly with weapons at the ready in case something attacks them in the dark. However, as they ascended, they found the stairs to be… never ending.
Thirty minutes in Yang looked behind her to see the stairs had twisted, forming a looped-de-loop. It was becoming obvious that something was off as they noticed in the only window in the infinite staircase of hell. Outside was nothing but the cold night sky, stars were gleaming and they can see for miles… down. It wasn't for another thirty minutes that they finally came to the top. Upon arriving they found themselves with a new problem. A hallway, glowing a light green hue, vines of unknown origins were growing on the wall, the air was cold, and the hall went beyond the horizon. Where ever they are. It's no longer Arkham.
Well… that was… fucked up. Umm, hello everybody Womabag1786 here.
So… I know I wrote the story but rereading it. Bloody hell that went dark. Guess a small recap may get my eye of this… oh god. Eh hum. Well, first part, Schmidt and Yang went to church. Hallelujah… sort of. That man don't seem right, and it's pretty clear he ain't to be trusted. (Word to the wise kiddies, if someone dresses like colonel sanders and ain't selling chicken then he's clearly a bad guy.)
Along the way we get a look at Lovecraft's crown jewel, Miskatonic University. Well… as close as two gangsters can get. What follows next is an assassination attempt, epic chase sequence and a stairway that would make Dutch artist Maurits Cornelis Escher, 'Relatively' happy. Eh, eh. (Sigh, god damn it Yang) Regardless, I do wonder what the two will find in the hallway of the damned. Or, the Hallway of heaven. Depends on your perspective, To me. It's a hallway of dreams.
Right so with that done let's get on to questions and comments.
From Carre: 1. No problem.
2A. Yeah. Trust me. I can't make heads or tails of it. So it's probably for the best that no translation is made. (However you can still have fun sounding like your possessed.)
2B. Huh really?
2C. Huh, Actung Cthulhu.
2D. Alright.
3A. Heh, don't worry. Already have an arc for it. (Daoloth To the Past.)
3B. Que?
4A. Danger Island or at least that's what I got from google translator.
4B. It's fine. You get to see Blake in a Nun outfit. (I'm 55% sure there's a fetish out there with that exact description.) F.E.B battling his inner demons, all while saving one certain half American Politician from a horrifying creature of ancient times. (I'm sure you can guess whom I speak of.)
5. Thanks and I will. Hope this chapter was enjoyable.
Thanks for writing Carre.
From Crimson Weresloth: Thanks, just got them in last week.
Heh, I don't know. How's that gut feeling now?
Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.
From Black Cross0: Perhaps. Actually, yeah she would. For the family.
Well seeing she's being hounded by a reporter and gained enough attention to have a hit on her. She's doing fine.
Well, I think we have our first suspect, though the story is more focus on the why rather than the who.
That's the spirit my friend.
Thanks for writing Black cross0.
Now, this will be exciting. What is down the hallway? What's behind these doors. Only one way to find out. Check in next time. Please leave a fav or a Fol. Comments or questions will be answered.
This is Wombag1876 signing off.