RWBY Noir Chapter 20: Missed Dues Ch3, a Cthulhu Mythos + RWBY Crossover fanfic

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Llll uaaah ng llll zhro. Yar, ng soth llll mgah nilgh'ri, llll h' c' ah uaaahnyth, ng c' zhro. Vulgtmah azathoth. Th'I ll ah'n'ghft legeth'drn r'luhhor!

Play "Horror Music – Slumber, Azathoth" by eyo7 for added effect

3rd POV

Yang and Schmidt could hardly recognize what they are witnessing the empty hallway, the vines of an unknown and decaying plant, and the eerie sound of flutes and drums, humming in every direction. The darkness gave a sickly green glow that dimly lit the hallway. Every hair on their body was standing on end, and their instincts were telling them to run. Yet when turning behind to the stairs it has disappeared behind them.

"What in the hell is this place, where's the stairs?" Yang asked with unease in her tone.

"It definitely ain't your typical Arkham slum hole." Schmidt said as he pressed his finger against the walls that use to lead downstairs. He was as uncomfortable as Yang. Felt trapped, closed of… like he was back in those fucking trenches.

As he tries to wrap around what was going on, Yang spotted something in the distance, a figure walking out, or it looks like she is. Red hair, some kind of armor and pale as a ghost. The figure moved along before looking back at the two. She didn't stare for long before disappearing behind a new door.

"Hey! Hey you!" Yang called out before raising down the hall.

She didn't stop when Schmidt called out to her. She quickly raced over to the door marked 1000°C. She lays a single finger on the door before it suddenly engulfed in flame. She backs away covering her face protecting it from the blasted heat, before hearing something. In the flames, a familiar voice can be herd. It… sounded like her.

"Blake! Blake! Where are you!?" A voice similar to Yang's called out.

"What in the…" Before Yang could even finish a burst of fire was sent out, nearly cooking Yang if not for Schmidt's quick action. Tackling her to the ground just as the flames were about to engulf her. The fire shot out for a few moments before residing, leaving behind a chard remains of a door no longer there.

"God damn it Yang, don't do something dumb like that again. You hear?" Schmidt snapped as he quickly got off her.

"Sorry, just… I though I saw someone." Yang apologies.

"Who?" Schmidt asked as he crosses his arms. "I don't think anyone is coming out to say hello."

"But… I saw someone. Came out of that door over there." Yang replied as she points to one door.

Schmidt gave her a strange look before walking over to the door she pointed to. Door marked with a strange symbol, scratched over the words. ᛞᚨᛜᚷᛖᚱ ᚹᛟᛗᚨᚾ. The more he stared at it the more it peaked his interest till the point that his curiosity got the better of Schmidt. He held up the Remington rifle, ready to shoot the first thing on the other side. After giving a small exhale he opens the door quickly to see to his shock nothing. Or more accurately… nothing with a woman getting dress.

On the other side was a white void of sort. No horizon, color or landscape. Not to far from the door was a nude woman standing before him in this void of sorrow. Her skin, pale as a corpse, hair greyer than ash, and black devilish veins adorned her body. She was naked as the day as she was born, tying her hair in a strange fashion before turning to meet his gaze with her blood shot red eyes and black sclera. The two stare for a few moments before she lets out a ghastly scream, with her jaw unhinging and her height growing before racing towards the door. Schmidt in response closed the door behind him and held it shut with his back. All while supporting a wide-eyed mixture of terror and embarrassment.

He looked over to see Yang looking at him with a perplex look. In response Schmidt replies in a shock expression. "Um… wrong door."

With that said the door burst forward like the wall was made of rubber. Sending Schmidt flying forward into the room across. All while leaving a hard to identify face print on rubber door before the entire door turned to ash. Upon its collapse the wall slowly returned to normal. Allowing Yang to race over to check on Schmidt.

"Schmidt!" Yang called out as she raced to the door. There she see's him at the bottom of a flight of stone stairs.

"Ugh, good news… I found the stairs." Schmidt groaned sarcastically as he pulls himself up.

As he picks himself up, he can hear the bawling of a child. He looked over to see a stone bed with a young child hiding under the covers. As the kid weeps in terror, muttering something in Gallic Schmidt can hear a low growl coming out from under the bed. He couldn't get a good look at the thing but it's glowing transparent blue eyes were enough to send Schmidt to his feet.

"The fuck?" Schmidt said as he points his rifle at the damn thing.

The sight of his rifle neither intimidate the creature or the child. Rather is spite of it the creature slowly pulled itself out from under the bed. Getting Schmidt, a better look at the damn thing. It was difficult to see or describe but it was massive human shape creature, with transparent flesh covering its body and lumpy eyes. It takes a few steps towards Schmidt, who open fire with two shots. One going through its head and the other through its body. However, all that did was place two holes in the back of the wall. The creature lunges at Schmidt who ducked to the side just before being tackled. He had no idea what the hell this thing is, but he knew that he can't hurt the damn thing. Quickly he ran up the stone stairs with that creature on his tail. Yang witnessing all this and quickly held the door open, ready to slam it shut at a moment notice. She held her breath for a few moments before Schmidt dived out of the door, resolving in Yang smashing the door close. The creature on the other side tried to force the door open however Yang was much stronger. Within a few moments, the banging stopped and the door slowly turn to ash.

"… I think we ought to be careful which door we enter." Schmidt said as he stands up.

"Agree, speaking of which. Which door is Jacks again?" Yang asked.

"Room four. Last one down the hall." Schmidt answers before looking on. "Though I doubt this will be normal."

"Is it going to be like New Orleans all over again?" Yang asked causing Schmidt to go quiet.

"… I'll be honest kid. What happen in that city ain't like this place, but if I were to guess. It'll be just as dangerous." Schmidt answers in an unease tone.

"So… shoot anything on sight?" Yang asked with a confused look on her face.

"Only if it doesn't look human." Schmidt replies before motioning her to follow her down the hall.

Yang couldn't remember that night, in New Orleans. On the few occasion she had asked Schmidt he would only give a vague answer. He'd comment about man who would not die, a cave filled with diamonds, and a horrible monster swimming beneath the water. She tries to recall, but when ever she did nothing could come to mind but her body went cold. Only thing that came from that was the strange rock she now wears as a necklace. As she walked down the everlasting halls of this strange realm, she reached into her shirt and pulled out the crystal, wrapped in twine. She rubs it hoping for some kind of luck and comfort. As they walked along the they passed by many doors. Never ending, never stopping. Each door had on them a different number, words, and symbols. Some don't even look human written. As minutes turned into an hour the two stopped by room -483,298,432,842,943,894,832. And room 666,666,666,666,666,666,666,666,666,666,666,666,666,666,666,666. As they stopped to catch their breath Yang decide to ask a question that nearly gave her a heart attack at the idea.

"Schmidt… did we pass by room 4?" Yang asked.

"Um… I don't think so." Schmidt said as he frantically tried to recall if they passed by room four.

However the numbers he passed all had at minimal four digit in them. And those were the ones in English. As he tried to recall, the two heard a sudden loud thud coming from the door next to them. Room 1842 had water leaking out from underneath and the door was being pulled with a loud thud. The two looked at each other with a confused look on their face for a few moments before getting up and pointing their guns at the door. Yang took lead on this one as Schmidt readied himself to shoot the first thing that came through. After a few hesitant seconds Yang opens the door and out poured a huge wave of water that dragged Schmidt and Yang down the hall. As they pull themselves back to their feet, cursing under there breath they realized something came out of the room. Rather, two people. One a young woman and the other a horrific fish human hybrid.

Its head was bigger than its body with a demented ape shape face. Covering it was very few strands of greenish blond hair covering it. The lips were cracked open in a gruesome red smile revealing her jagged blood stain teeth. Massive gills covered her tits with seaweed wrapping around them. Fins protrude from her arms with scales only appearing bellow the forearm ending at a horrific bloodstained claw. The fish half was covered in scars, rusting fishing hooks, and old twine. As it flopped around the other feminine figure gasped for air as she removed rocks wrapped in rope made from seaweed. Once done she proceeded over to the monstrous with the salt washed rock in hand. The creature gave one last ghastly siren wail before the figure crushed her head in with the rock. As she continuously beats the creatures head in, Yang and Schmidt got a better look at the stranger.

"… Suzie?" Yang asked with a perplex look on her face. The figure looked up. Wearing her clothes from this morning, rather now blood soaked and slightly torn. She looked up with wide eyes of horror before calming down noticing Yang.

"Oh, hey Yang. Schmidt." Suzie said before crushing the creature one last time before getting off. She quickly removed any traces of blood before pulling out a miraculously dry notepad and pencil. "So, did you know about this hallway of nightmares or is this something new?"

"… Were you, following us?" Schmidt asked unsure if he should shoot her for following them or seeing their faces.

"Of course. You two scream murder, death, and mystery." Suzie said with sparkles in her eyes before grabbing Yangs right arm. Revealing her robotic hand. "Seriously, you killed my editor with one strike of that amazing mechanical arm of yours and I was astounded. An arm made of iron with gadgets galore, and a girl who is as tough as it? You could be as big as Zelda Fitzgerald or Alice Paul. Maybe as big as that nun from Leeds, Something, Belladonna. I think."

"Um, I'll pass." Yang remarks as she pulls her arm away from Suzie's clutches. "I don't want people to know about my arm. Much less about me. Granted that paper would be a short book since I have no idea who I am."

"Well perhaps I can propose a deal. You give me an exclusive interview and I'll do some digging. I'm the best reporter in this city." Suzie offered with a huge grin on her face.

"No." Schmidt interjected as he walks in front of Yang and Suzie.

"Well, it ain't really up to you Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding. It's up to the kid." Suzie responded.

"Look, even if I agree we ain't in the business of revealing information. Clearly you of all people can established that when someone has loose lips, they go missing real quick." Schmidt threatens with his hand grasped around his rifle for intimidation.

"Tsk, please. I meet you two-bit thugs every day. Doesn't stop me from finding out the truth." Suzie argues back, not responding well to his threat.

"Yeah, well I won't argue that you can handle yourself." Schmidt said before looking down at the creature she had brutally taken care of. "What I'm getting at is that if you don't stop then you'll have more than a two-bit thug to deal with."

"Hmm, Empathy from a criminal. How quaint." Suzie remarks sarcastically.

"Hardly. If I pop you, or you die in this god forsaken place. It will raise questions. Question that leads back to me. Or worse her." Schmidt said as he points to Yang. Only for her not to be there.

"Yang? … YANG!?" Schmidt shouted in horror.

She wasn't anywhere, she couldn't be down the hall for she would have been spotted. She must have walked into one of the rooms, question was which one. If he chose the wrong door, he could find himself in a room of horror. One where he might not return from. He was about to enter the one numbered NN3. When Suzie stopped him.

"Whoa, where do you think your going?" Suzie asked as she stopped him.

"To find Yang. What do you think?" Schmidt responded in anger as he pushes her aside. However, before he could open the door, she smacked Schmidt's hand rather harshly.

"Without thinking about which door, she could have taken? Honestly, she's like a needle in a haystack. Use that thing between your ears and maybe you could narrow down which one rather then just walk through the closest door." Suzie scolded causing Schmidt to question if he should plug one between her eyes. However, killing her will do nothing to help him find Yang.

So, quenching his fist he asked through his grinding teeth. "Then what do you propose… Suzie?"

Suzie opens her mouth to explain, however found it difficult to describe. After a few moments of pondering, she pulls out a small paper and drew a small map of the room with each number. She did a few mathematical equations in her head and struggled to do the math. All the while Schmidt tapped his foot in impatience. After a few moments she finally figured it out.

"Alright, so if we were arguing for a minute or so then that means she could have gone through one of these four doors. If we take a peek and establish any altercations to the room pending then it's possible to tell which room she went through." Suzie said with a proud smile.

"… So we follow cabaret rules? Look but don't touch. Fine. Wonder what kind of nightmare we walk into next." Schmidt remarks sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

"As long as you keep that rifle at your side, I'm sure things will be fine." Suzie said as she lead's Schmidt to door 24 mgn'ghft y'or'nah. "I mean, it can't get any worse than it can already."

As she say's that a door opens just down the hall with a rather large group of twenty people running through. All of them wearing hoods of some kind, with various clothing. The last one to leave however was grabbed by white slender hand and dragged back in screaming in a blood curdling horror. The door turns to ash and the group had trouble regaining their composer before spotting the two.

"You had to say something." Schmidt remarks rhetorically as he tightens his grip on his rifle.

"Ah, well look what that. A man so full of sin he'd make the preacher Cuss." One member of this group of masked individuals, stepped out. Wearing a white preacher uniform Schmidt easily recognize. "Should have known you being here. Now where's that Banana Mulatto of yours.

"Hello Smith. How's the clergy collar working? Hope it ain't to tight, especially when I wrap my hands around that scraggly neck of yours." Schmidt said as he held his weapon up. To which the remaining ten members of his clergy pulled a mismatch array of weapons ranging from 38. Revolvers, to huge hand crafted knifes.

Even though he was out gunned, these idiots were shaking like leaves and could barely hold onto their weapons. The one's holding weapons looked like they only took a day or two on the range. He figures he has a fifty chance that he can gun down two of the four holding guns before they could get a shot off at him. As the two stand them down Smith simply smirk before motioning to his followers.

"Come along Mr. Tiber, Mr. Adams, Ms. Grey, Mr. Walker, Mr. Oak, Mrs. and Mr. Blanch, and little Pete. We got a pilferer we need to find." Mr. Smith called out to as he walks down the hall Schmidt and Yang came from. "The rest of you deal with this snake and vulture pair, will ya kindly?"

The group split up, and the ones remaining were all armed with revolvers. After a few moments one screamed aloud in the same prayer in the sermon. "IA! IA! Lord of hope! Ftagn Ia! Azathoth! IA! Smite thy enemies of your profit! Great old on (Bang!)"

Before he could even finish a round from a 32. ACP Mauser Model 1914, went right between the eyes. To Schmidt's surprise it was from Suzie who pulled her weapon first. Everyone looked at her with a little shock but lasted a second before the cultist with knifes charged forward while those with guns open fired. Schmidt ducked to the ground and fired off a few .30 Remington towards the crowed, hitting two with ease and putting one down. Suzie fired off a few rounds but had difficulty hitting anyone, guess the first round was lucky. However, she did plug one cultist in the ancle, causing her to fall on her own knife. The rest charged towards Schmidt seeing him as the biggest of the two threats and attempted to stab him. With the rifle's length he smacked the first one across the face with his rifle butt. With the figure dazed he wrapped the rifle around the figures neck and used him as a meat shield. He was impaled in the chest by another cultist before tossing the rifle and the corpse to the side. After that Schmidt pulled his 45. colt and trench knife and charged the closest attacker.

Back over with Suzie she focused on evading the knife's. Her aim was with the pistol was pitiful, but the few shots she managed to get off was somewhere non-fatal but effective areas. As she struggled to reload her pistol, one cultist grabbed her from behind and was about to slit her throat. Before he could however, she quickly bit his hand. Enraged and in pain he tossed her to the ground. Ready to stab her before she quickly turned around with her Graflex in hand. It sprung open and a sudden flash blinded the attacker. He stumbles back, losing his balance before colliding into a door 5-5-5-5-5. The door opened and large arms covered in suckers branched out. Grabbing two cultist and pulling one into its large human shape mouth. Once the starfish like monstrosity finished chewing it swam away from the door into the night sky.

What ever force of nature that this mass of suckers, teeth, and flesh this thing had blocked began to leak into the hallway. Like an invisible wave of water flooding the room, everyone that was on the ground was now struggling to stay on it as they floated upwards. The struggle to remain coordinated kept most from fighting, however the real horror didn't occur till one unfortunate cultist touched the top of the hallway. Within moments it collapsed under his foot and the roof broke like glass. His screams went silent as he floated off into the space between the stars. Others struggled to avoid such a fate. Using their knifes and digging their fingers into the walls to prevent themselves from floating off. Schmidt had lost it in the fight, going into a blood frenzy and using his knife as a tool to climb around. He even figured out the blowback from his rifle gave him the necessary push to remain in the hall.

As bullets flew, Suzie struggled to stay in the hall. Loosing her grip, she launched hers down and grabbed ahold of the door marked 24 mgn'ghft y'or'nah. As she struggles to hold onto the door handle, she accidently opens it. A sudden suction of air pulled everyone like a powerful drain. Everything was sucked in, first those who didn't grab onto anything fell screaming into the void. Then those who couldn't hold on tightly. Others were kicked or impaled by a blood crazed Schmidt. But eventually the vacuum was to much and the two were now the only one left. Hanging desperately to the edge of the door as they slowly begin pulling the entire room through. They were forced to let go, unless crushed. Sucked down into the void, as the entire room turned inside out. All while the two screamed as they fell through the void for seconds, minutes, hours, days… an eternity.

nilgh'rinah ahagl, nilgh'rinah yar

Minutes earlier, Yang was watching the two arguing. She honestly expected Schmidt to ice her. Granted that was a horrible idea, but then again, she had done similar things this past few months. As she stands there, she could hear something calling her name.

"… Yang… Yang… Yang." The voice calls out to the side. Yang looking over she notices and turns to see a new hallway had appeared. Her fist thought was to tell the two, but that voice. It was… familiar. She walked down the hall, disappearing without a trace.

Down the hall she came to only four doors. With paintings adorning the hall. Paintings of a house, in the woods. Painting of two people with their four daughters. Painting's of a man in a bar. And a painting of a castle with a man standing in front. They were both unfamiliar and yet at the same time vexingly familiar. It irritated her to no end she was about to leave when she heard the names call out to her.

"… Yang… Yang… Yang." The voice called out from the door with the house next to it. The door was marked with a black crow like bird and the number 3. The door was marked with multiple symbols that strangely remind her of spring. The voice called out from within once more. "… Yang… Yang… Yang, I'm..."

Curiosity finally got the better of her and she lays her hand on the door. Opening it up she finds herself looking on into a dark room with a white void overhanging. She takes one step into the room and suddenly the room transform into a well furbish tent. Tapestries, stacks of wealth, and baskets of healthy crops, line the room over a wooden plank. As she investigates the strange room, she noticed the sound of gasping. Coming from the bed, she couldn't see who was in it due to the curtains but by the way shadow form it was a woman. Yang holding her double barrel at the ready approach the bed. She slowly moves towards it, till she was right at the curtain. After a moment of hesitation, she pulls back the curtain, to her utter shock, discuss, and horror. The women in bed was completely sucked dry of everything. Her skin was pale from the lack of blood, brittle black hair that was falling out, she was so thin that her bones showed through her skin, her limbs were gone with only bloody stumps behind, chest was ripped open from larynx to the tip of the citreous; exposing her guts that were pulled out and wrapped around the bed post like chain. And worst of all, she looked almost exactly like Yang. In shock she walked back a few steps before the pitiful creature turned and looked at her with one crimson eye still left in her skull. With an unholy gasp it reaches out to her with a bloody stump, addressing Yang.

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Absolutely horrified Yang's mind went blank with everything except one thing. Run. Run like a bat out of hell. With that one sole thought she raced out of the room, with the creature moving after her. She didn't bother to look back. She fled to the door and was about to flee when suddenly she felt the floor disappeared upon opening the door. The entire contents of the room floated up, crashing into the white void. The Monster included. As she held on tight, she looked up to see the create has fallen onto the ceiling of this white void. Bellow her was a group of people she could not recognize. However, there was something familiar about them. Especially the one in black. Yet she had no time to watch on. Far as she knew these people were part of the room's hallucinations.

She pulled herself in, dropping to the floor before crawling away. Not wanting to run the risk she closed the door hard. Strangely enough the door didn't burn or turn to ash. Rather it remained there. Despite this strange altercation she didn't dare open the door. Her mind was still reeling from that… horrific sight. What ever created this place is seriously the most diabolical person. She turned around ready to head back when she found that the hall had shifted. No longer leading back to main hall, rather there was now one door. It was burned, covered in mud, and sounds of explosions can be heard coming from the other side. The door was numbered 1918.

She didn't want to go through it. She had seen enough madness for one day. As she takes a step back in hesitation, door 3 swings open and that monster grabs her by the leg. Screaming in horror as it tried to swallow her leg in it's jagged unhinged mouth Yang quickly fired off both barrels of buck shot into that monster's face. While it didn't kill the damn thing, it did tear the creatures face and arm to shreds, allowing her to run. She didn't have many choices so she bolted through the door 1918 at such a speed that she tripped and fell flat on mud.

Disoriented she quickly removed the mud from her face, only to see a narrow trench. She was outside, but she knew it wasn't real… or as real as this place would allow it to be. A long narrow trench with mud, bodies, and a yellow mist coming over the edge that smelled like pineapple and pepper. She didn't had time to take in this grim sight, as the monster was now after her. She tries to reload but the mud jammed her shotgun. So she tossed aside and pulled out her Lugar. Taking crack shots at the thing as she ran through the trenches. She hopped over the bodies of multiple men. All dressed in different military uniforms, yet rats the size of cats were feasting upon their bones all the same. A few scurried over too her but she easily kicked them off while running away from the horror that chased her. She eventually came to an intersection and hid around the corner.

She quickly placed her back against the muddy trench and held her breath. The creature came to the intersection and looked both ways. Wondering where she went the creature lets out an angry grunt as it sniffed the ground trying to pick up Yangs scent. It had found it after a few good whiffs and was slowly making it's way towards her. Yang held a hand over her mouth and was getting to pop one in the head the moment that monsters head made the corner. However, it suddenly stopped when a new scent hit it. One of pepper and pineapple. It scratched at its nose before letting out a horrible squeal, fleeing into the mist away from Yang. Yang after she was sure it was gone let's out a sigh in relief.

"Oh thank Monty." Yang said with a heavy sigh. After a few moments she turns her head to see a soldier with a rat eating his brain through his eyes socket was beside her. Causing her to yelp in panic. "EEEEKKKK, WHAT THE HELL!"

She gasped in horror only to find that she couldn't breath normal. Every breath she took was painful, almost like she was breathing in knives. She coughed and gasp desperately for air when she noticed the rodents were racing away. That's when she noticed it, the yellow mist coming over the side. She had heard stories about something called mustered gas. Seen the scars they leave on Schmidt too. Not sure if she survives this poison she quickly looked down at the corps and noticed a soaked rag that was grossly warm. As disgusting at it is to touch a piss-soaked rag, she knew that it would protect her. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped the rags around her mouth and face and sprinted down the trenches, looking for the door before the wave of yellow fog engulfs her.

For thirty minutes she ran through thick mud of abandon trenches. Coming across multiple mutilated corpses, pockets of gas and rats bigger than some dogs. She had gotten use to the smell of piss, but the feeling of these rags was still horrible. Eventually she found herself in a mass ditch of corpses. She could not but feel the despair and death that this land held.

"… Was this what Schmidt experience?" She mumbled to herself in a despair tone. A few seconds of looking at this sad sight she suddenly heard the sound of something that cut though the constant explosions. A whistle. A loud defining whistle and it was coming over from the other side of the trench, and a loud scream.

"HOLD ON LASS! WE NEARLY MADE IT!" Shouted a familiar voice from out in the wasteland. Curious Yang moved around the corpses to get to the edge of the parable. Looking out into no man lands. As she looks on, the bodies behind her begin to twitch.

Out on the field Yang can spot a figure carrying another over his shoulder. As he ran, artillery shells rain down behind him, spewing dirt, mud, and filthy water into the air. If running blind was difficult, he was carrying the man over craters and mud. As he ran blind, he called out.

"HARRISON, WILLSON, CAPTAIN WINTER! ANYBODY! I GOT WOUNDED!" Shouted the man as he stumbles through the mortal holes, mud, and barb wire. Not sure why his voice sounded familiar Yang calls out to him.

"HEY OVER HERE!" Yang calls out as she flags the soldier down.

A fatal mistake if she was anyone else. As the moment her head was over the post a bullet hit's her dead center. Causing her to fall down. Normally this would be the end for anyone normal, but once again Yang survived. She let's out a tsk in pain and held her head. As she wheels in pain, she barely had time to see the bayonet that was about to puncture her. Diving quickly out of the way and facing her attacker.

"Woah, hey I'm…" Before Yang could even protest her voice went silent.

The figure before her was horrifying. His face was covered by a broken gas mask, but the parts that didn't cover it showed a near skeletal face, with its lips pulled back so far that it's rotting gums and cracked teeth were showing. Its uniform was open wide to reveal a literal rat's nest was in its place of its intestines. The ghoulish abomination stood before her. Dead as a coffin nail and yet, still moving with the intention to kill. The creature once more tried to shank her where she stands, yet Yang easily evades.

"Monty almighty… Where the hell am I!?" Yang struggled to look without vomiting. She quickly points her Lugar and was about to shoot when she felt something grab her leg. Looking down it was a hand wrapped around her boot. Yang shrieks to the abomination on her foot. "Get off me!"

She then delivers a terrible kick sending the maggot infested head off the corpse and over the trench like it was a football. She turned around to find the pile of corpses were coming to life. The sight and stench of these abominations made whole was to much for her. She bends over and vomits her lunch. The original creature that tried to impaled her took advantage and tried to stab her once more. She easily evaded but the abomination nicked her, causing one strand of hair to fly by.

She remained still for a few seconds before blinking. Her eyes turn crimson and her disgust turned to rage. She lets out a war scream that physically pushes the undead abominations back. "… YOU BASTARDS!"

She pistols whips or rather used it as a form of reverse brass knuckles and slammed her fist into the abominations sending its jaw flying to the side and impaling the wall. She then proceeded to deliver series of deadly strikes in a berserk rage. Her second punch sent the creature flying up into the air like a flair. Only to be rattled with bullets. She quickly moved in like a swarmer. Delivering fast blows with an iron kickback. She ripped through the hoard of abominations without breaking a sweat. However, for every abomination she puts down two more comes to take its place. Feeling overwhelmed she activated her gauntlets and let the buckshot's go to work. She ripped these corpses faster then any machine gun could. Yet these creatures did not stop. They came at her with knifes, shovels, trenching axes, clubs, bayonets, and their filthy chipped fingers. This all came ahead when one creature came at her with its rifle. Easily dodging it she grabs ahold of the rifle and rips it away. With the arms still attached. She slammed the rifle butt into the face of the creature accidently causing the rifle to go off. A loud scream can be heard, and suddenly something plops down into the trench with them.

Yang looks over to see a man dressed in military fatigues in the mud. Next to him was a woman who was in piolet uniform, as she laid their bleeding heavily from a gut wound the man slowly stood up, revealing his face to her. What Yang saw made her freeze in utter horror. That misfire head hit the poor lad in the face. Carving the flesh in between his lip left lip up. The gapping wound allowed for mud to sink into his mouth, which he spat out however the maggots were still crawling from it. Blood and mud fell to the ground, but the truly horrific thing was that she recognizes him. This stranger… was Schmidt. A younger, prewar Schmidt. He opens his lips and spoke in a disturbing manner.

"Ȟ̵̳͉̔̕ọ̰ẅ̵̡̦͓́̓…̶͓̰̍ ̲͚͖̃h̷͚̓̄̚o̶̧̫̲̅͑͋ẁ̴͉ ̴͎͎̔c̵̺̝̎̔̿ő̖ų̷̤̹́l̵͈̣̋͌̄d͇̂̊̑ ̴̧͚̜̊͝yoư̶̡̭̑ ̴͇͚͐̉d̵̡̞̫̎ǒ͕̃͘ ̴̛͉͔̔̈́t̷̜̖͌̽̅ḧ̻̩͒is̴͚̈́͆̚ ̴̛̱t̴̰͕̮̒̒͘o̶̥̮͍͂ ̴̯̘̆m̴̉̀̋͜e̵͇̜̮̔? ̷̞̳̄ͅ ̴̥̱̔͑H̴͕͐oẃ̴͚̹͈̓́ ̶̘̞͖́͝c̴̩̎͊õ̵͚̘ü̷̻͍̊̕l̷̞͌̆d ̶̼̤́̊ͅy̴̛͓̜͒͛ou̴̹̐̎?" Young Schmidt struggled to say as he stumbles towards her.

"I… I …it…" Yang struggled to plead as she takes a step back, only to feel something wrapping around her legs.

Looking down she see's barbwire have wrapped around her like a cobra and was slowly making its way up like creeping vines. Before she could attempt to rip it off from her legs more of those abominations grab her arms, neck, and waist in great horde. As she tried to rip them off, she looks back over at young Schmidt to see him made an abomination. Now pale blue, with the skin pulled back, the wound worsened with maggots falling out in droves, and an eye missing replaced with portions of his brain. The creature with Schmidt's face let's out ghastly words as it grabs Yang by the neck.

"Y̷̠̆͠o̦û̴̮̹̰̓ ̵̬͕͛̔͘ḍi̷̡̭͎̎̽d͇̀̀ ̷͔̰̯̾͋̒th̶̭͂͝ͅis̵̯̉̀! ̴̪̀̽̔Ỷ̶̡̝̯̎ö̵̯̜́͠ũ̵͍̦͕͊̾ ̶̮̈́h̶̪̣̑͛̈́͜ū̶̧̯ŕ̵͙t̷̪̬́͒̈́ ̵̧̬̱̒m̴͈̥͆̄̈́ë̶̛͈̦́̈́!̴̦̼͌̽ Y̷̪̘̆͛o̶͔͐̇ú̷̡̝͆ ̴̻̖́ḋ̵̢̺̮̚i̴̩̾̇̀͜d̷͉̭́̊͝ͅ ̡̗̲̋t̶̠͗̐̕h̷͉̝͋iŝ̴͕́!̷͚͎̼̇́ ̶̰̖͋Y̵̧̛̼͓̔͘ȯ̴̧̢͇̈́͠u̵͚̖͐ ̷̣͚͍́̉̚k̵̟̒͜i̶̟̫̾̀l̵̢͎͋ļ̦ė̵̙̌d̴̞̳͋̈̚͜ ̶͕̳́me̷̗̳̒͌͜!̶̤͍͖̽" Schmidt said before wrapping his cold dead hands around Yangs neck. She soon felt the gnawing, mangling, scratching pain of these monsters around her. The Barb wire wraps around her body and as she looks up to the sky to scream it wraps around her open mouth and begin to pull tightly. All while being dragged down into the blacken mud like quicksand. Disappearing in its murky depths. Only trail left behind was Schmidt's hollow skull. That remained close for a few moments before opening wide in shock.

Mgyogor agl ahagl h' nglui ah'legeth

The view shift upon Schmidt. He awakes to find himself on the ground back in the hallway. He blinked a few times believing what he had witness was nothing more then a bad dream. However that all changed when he felt the warmth of blood on his hand. Leaning up he can see the bodies. Eight of the original twenty who attacked dead. He recalls killing five and injuring six, the rest must have been offed by that reporter. Where she is was no longer a question he cared for. He picks himself up to see that his trench knife was still in hand. Dripping with blood he quickly removed the hood from a nearby body to cleaned the blade, hmming to calm himself

"I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger… Traveling through this world below… There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger… In that bright land to which I go… I'm going there to see my Father… And all my loved ones who've gone on… I'm just going over Jordan… I'm just going over ("AAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA-HAHAHHHHAAAAAAAAA!) home…" Before Schmidt could finish a loud scream followed by mad fit of laughter can be heard from under the corpses. A few seconds later Suzie pulled herself from the corpses.

"THAT… WAS… FANTASTIC!" Suzie said as she tries to wipe the blood from her face. "Where's my camera I need to record as much as possible!"

"… Huh, and I thought my fellow wise guys were nuts. You, you got more screws loose then a bag of cats." Schmidt remarks aloud.

"Oh no. I think I'm going to vomit but what happened before nearly suffocating on these assholes is possible a once in a life time!" Suzie shouted as she pushes off the guts that clung to her shoulder, before finding her camera that had softly landed on a cultist exposed spleen. "We just experience the full effects of zero gravitational pull, as well as pressurized air in a vacuum field of intergalactic entanglement!"

"… What?" Schmidt said having no idea what she was talking about.

"Basically, the magical force that keeps us to the ground was no longer there and we all floated like balloons." Suzie dumbed down what she said, much to Schmidt annoyance.

"I know what gravity is, I'm asking if there's a rest stop between here and the fucking point." Schmidt sneered back in annoyance.

"(Sigh) the point is my mobster friend is that we are walking through a plane of existence that has its own laws of physics, motion, and gravity. We could spend an eternity here but only been a second out there. Or vice versa. Nothing in this reality makes sense. We are voyagers, pilgrims to this world and what we find here will mark our names in history!" Suzie said as she closed in on Schmidt, near inches from his face. After a few awkward moments she moved away. "Eh hmm. As stated, this simple story of theft turns out to be a gold mine of information. I'd wish to document this before interviewing you and Iron arm."

With that remark Schmidt remembered quickly that Yang was missing. "OH GOD! YANG!"

He was about to bolt when Suzie grabbed ahold of him. "Have you been listening to me? We are not following the rules of relativity here."

Schmidt harshly shrugged her off and went on calling out for her. Giving a sigh Suzie remarks. "(Sigh) Don't you get it. Time does not follow the rules that we had applied. It could take us days, maybe months to find her. We won't know where or when we will find her. Far as we know she could be lost in… ("Weiss! You're okay! Have you heard from Ruby?") time… and space."

Before Suzie could finish her tagin, Yang's voice can be heard coming from the last door down the hall. Worried for the kid's safety Schmidt quickly sprints down the hall, stopping only to pick up his colt. He quickly raced towards the room calling out her name. "YANG! YANG! Is that you!"

Suzie just stood there for a few moments before remarking. "Or seconds. Seems this plane of existence have a sick sense of humor."

She quickly chased after Schmidt, not wanting to be left behind. She eventually catches up to him, when they came upon a door at the end of the hall. Door 18-23-2-25. Schmidt was a bit hesitant but he wasn't going to let this kid die on him. So with a heavy sigh he opens the door only for a burst of fire to shoot out. Barely missing both Schmidt and Suzie the two looked on before the fire subsided enough that they can see an opening for them. Without thinking Schmidt dived through. Suzie was hesitant but eventually followed after. What they found on the other side they were not sure what they were witnessing.

The two found themselves in a courtyard of sorts. A huge castle with a magnificent tower, was on fire. Not only that but Monstrosity of mechanize men with red eyes attacking civilians without empathy. Huge black birds with white mask were descending down on the castle, attaching children. Close to Yangs age by the look of it. They all were dressed in queer clothes, with multiple colors that would make a rainbow blush. As they raced around, huge flying vehicles rain uniformed goons with animal features and more of those black masked creatures. In the midst of the chaos Schmidt looked around for Yang while Suzie took in the sights of her surroundings. He called out for her, and attracting the attention of one of those goons.

"Human scum die!" One of these animals featured grunt shouted as he charged as Schmidt.

Not in the mood he quickly side stepped the animal and grabbed his arm. Removing the sword before twisting him around, kicking the back of his leg and slitting the soldiers throat with his knife. The others took noticed and open fire on Schmidt and Suzi. Quickly grabbing the body of the animal grunt he had just killed, he held up the body like a shield and charged towards the two soldiers who were opening firing on him. Meanwhile Suzie dived for cover behind a fallen pillar. As the sounds of dying children and Schmidt taking his rage out on these attackers. She struggled to correlate the sound of death being… so present. As she struggles the amount of death, she barely had time to see one of those animals coming towards her with a sword in hand.

"FOR THE WHITE FANG!" He screamed as he plunged the blade at her head. It just barely missed her head and impaled the marble cover she was hiding behind.

Letting out a small squeal she quickly crawled away as the animal person struggled to rip the weapon out of the rubble. Suzie quickly went for her gun but realized that she had dropped it. Looking around for anything to use she spots a strange looking axe on the ground beside a dead kid. She crawled to it and wrapped her hand around the top where a trigger was. As quickly gets to her feet she must have pressed something causing the weapon to shift, nearly pinching her fingers. As she tried to get her hands on this damn thing the man with animal features finally pulled his sword free. He charges forth with the sword held up. He swings down and Suzie flinches as she pulls the trigger. Causing a massive burst of bullets to spray out. The few rounds that fired off hit the attacker sending him back but the surprise burst also sent Suzie back.

As she pulls herself up, now holding a gun she got a good look at the attacker. The round burst fire did hit her would be attacker. However, all it really did was sent the son bitch back a few feet. Bullets didn't even punch through his skin. As he stands there for a few moments before turning to her. To her horror, the man had no eyes just a blank stare, like he didn't even had eyes to begin with. The shock seeing such a thing caused her to freeze up. Taking the opportunity, he races over with the blade held up, only for one of those black birds to drop down and swallowed him whole. As it gobbles up the man with animal features it turned its attention to her. Before letting out a caw it moved to attack her when a series of guns shots hit it. Schmidt had return, covered in blood and his right sleeve now ripped.

"GO BACK TO HELL YOU DAMN LUFTSTREITKRÄFTE!" Schmidt shouted in a deranged state of shell shock as he fires upon the creature with his browning rifle. While this appeared to little more than to gain its attention, one lucky shot it in the eye causing it to flinch as the black blood left its eye. It let's out a blood curdling scream before flying away in search of easier prey. Much to Schmidt's dismay.

"HEY I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!" Schmidt shouted as he loads a new clip into his rifle. He continues firing at the bird while shouting obscenities at it.

"Schmidt, that's enough." Suzie remarks as she tries to bring the man back to his senses. She was annoyed when he continued to ignore her and firing at the long since gone bird. Once again, she tried to gain his attention. "Oy, Schmidt! Schmidt… Jacob Schmidt!"

"KEEP ON RUNNING KRAUT SHITS, I'VE GOT TOO MANY BULLETS AND NOT ENOUGH SCALPS!" Schmidt continued to rant as he fired off more .30 Remington rounds into the sky. Annoyed Suzie put's her hand on his shoulder to gain his attention.

"Hey, Schmidt. We don't got time for your bullsh…" Before she could even finish Schmidt's, instincts kicked in and he tossed her over him.

Suzie couldn't do anything; he had her pin and his trench knife to her throat. All went silent for Schmidt and Suzie. Schmidt in a mad bloodlust was only moments away from slitting Suzie's throat. Suzie was absolutely terrified at how narrow Schmidt's eyes were. The two stared at either for what felt like a lifetime. A few moments of this delusional man breathing heavily in a mad daze. A few moments of Suzie holding her breath as her life flash before her eyes. As those moments went on, Schmidt's narrow pupils slowly return to normal and his breathing slowed down. He slowly let's her go and backed away.

"… Don't touch me…" Schmidt warns in a mixture between apologetic and threatening as he backs off. After getting to a safe distance, he pointing to his head before continuing. "Can't help myself when I'm like that. Best not to touch me, unless you have a death wish."

"Duly noted, psycho." Suzie said with that last part under her breath.

"Don't push it muckraker." Schmidt snapped as he pulls a cigarette from his pocket. "I'd killed better men for less."

He then lights the cigarette as he takes a drag, he looks down at the corpses of the two animal featured men he killed. Much to Suzie's horror, he had scalped them. Literally. She was looking at two scalps with wolf, and tiger ears on the ground. It took her back a bit but then again, they did try to kill her, and there were worse things than two animal men dead on the ground. However, the more she stared the thought came to mind. As Schmidt hummed Henry Burr's The Boy's Who Won't Come Home, she approached one of these animal men and removed his mask. Like the one who attacked her there was no eyes. It was… hard to comprehend such a thing. As she stood over them a voice can be heard through the screams and roars.

"Blake! Blake! Where are you!?" Yang calls out.

As the two looked around, Suzie spots her by the burning building. Before she could even say anything Schmidt spots her and races towards her all while calling out her name. Suzie follows shortly after him. As Schmidt barrels on over he can hear her continuously calling out for this Blake. It wasn't till he heard something else that worried him.

"Blake! Blake! Where are you!?" Yang called out as she walked through the shattered window. As she enters, she spots a figure dressed in a tuxedo standing over a woman. She gives a 'Huh' as the figure pulls his sword from womens abdomen and turning to face Yang with a sadistic smile. Her blood begins to boil and her hair floated up in rage. Schmidt saw her leaping forward screaming "Get away from her!"

There was a loud scream before silence, and a long flash of dark crimson red as the world goes quiet. Schmidt quickly raced over to the window she was at. His eyes goes wide as she see's her fall to the ground, blood everywhere. And her hand falling to the ground a few feet away. She lands on the floor and lays there on her side, completely still. Along with her was a woman in black, with a man that looked like the spawn of Satan. Dressed in a tux, blood red hair, bull horns, and a haunting white mask. He watches as he flicks the blood off from his eastern style blade. Schmidt could only stare's in shock as the kid walks toward her. As he does that women got between her and Yang.

"Why must you hurt me, Blake?" He swings his sword, and the girls head came rolling off her neck. head detaches from her neck. Her head gasp and sputters for a moment before her eyes roll back into her skull. He gives a tsk before pushing the head so the eyes can look upon Yang. He then walked over to Yang.

"Shame you aren't alive beloved. I really wanted you to see what happens next." The boy said as he raised his blade to strike Yang. In that moment before he could his ears flicker before moving to the side as a bullet just missed his cheek. Looking over he saw a human dressed in formal attire and covered in blood. The boy stared at the man before remarking. "Unless you cared about my beloved, this is private affair. I'll deal with you later… human."

Schmidt stared him down with a calm but anger in his eyes. He then replied in an ire tone. "No time like the present, devil boy."

Schmidt then fired off a round to which the boy responded by slicing the round in half with his katana. Schmidt not deterred by this impressive feat of reflex continued to fire at the boy, while the kid continued to cut the rounds in half as he walked forward. Schmidt fired every last round in his gun till a click told him to stop. Upon that click, he quickly reloaded to which the boy took advantage and raced forward. Just as Schmidt loaded a new clip into Remington model 8 the boy was on him and quickly flicked his wrist and sliced the weapon in half. Acting quickly, Schmidt tossed the broken gun at the kids' head. Temporarily stunning him and allowing Schmidt to get in close. While that blade, the kid had, was impressively sharp its flaw was its length. Schmidt unlike most two-bit gangsters had experience fighting in close proximity with men who had better skills then him. As he grappled with the kid, he didn't fight back much rather turned his sheath towards Schmidt's gut. Wondering why, Schmidt's eyes widen when he spotted the barrels inside the thing and quickly requested his strategy.

He let go the boy's wrist and push his shoulder into the boy's chest hard. As he does, he grabs ahold of the sheath and directs the end of the barrel towards the kids gut and pulled the trigger. However, the boy noticed and moved the side causing the rifle round to put a hole into his tux while missing his body entirely. Angered over the new hole in his shirt, he bashed Schmidt across the cheek with the bottom end of his katana. This sent Schmidt to the ground with exceeding force course he retorted with a back-heel kick to the face in response. On the ground and the boy backing away, Schmidt pulled out his colt and fired off a few rounds as he got to his feet. The kid was hit with the first round but didn't drop rather he walked it off and diced the others with the end of his blade before charging at Schmidt. He flicked the katana back and forth at great speed. However, Schmidt only barely evaded the strikes, getting diced a few times along the arm and on the cheek before taking an opening grabbing the kids sword arm. He twisted the arm behind the kid's back, using that momentum to slash the side of his cheek. To prevent him from breaking free, Schmidt stomped the back of the kid's leg sending him to the ground. As much as he wanted the kids head on a pike, he'll settle for two through the skull. Taking a moment, he put the end of the barrel to the back of the kid's skull and fired the rest of his ammo.

Four shot's and all it did was scratch the bastard. Realizing that didn't work he dropped the clip and was about to pistol whip him when the kid pushed his head into Schmidt's face. The horns scratched deep into Schmidt's lower lips and up his jaw, nearly scratching his eyes out. As he backs off the boy rolled forward and fired a few shots from his sheath. Least those bullets Schmidt bashed into the back of his head reduced his aim. Schmidt managed to evade most of the bullets but found a few holes in his trench coat and one that hit him in his thigh. The Kid soon found he was out of ammunition and begins to reload, as did Schmidt. As they did, the boy spoke to Schmidt.

"Tsk, you're starting to annoy me human." The Kid remarks as he loads the clip.

"Funny, was going to say the same thing devil boy." Schmidt remarks as he ignores the pain in his leg and places a fresh clip into his pistol. As the slide moves back into place he continues on while checking his wound. "But seeing you were about to off the girl, and I presume her friend, you promoted yourself from annoyance to a dead man walking."

"Hmm, many have tried. Many have failed. What makes you think you'll be any different human scum?" The Boy asked as he takes a stance and put's his sword in his sheath.

"Scum huh, tsk been called worse by better men." Schmidt remarks as he notices the trail of blood leaking out onto the floor from the girl the kid had decapitated. "But if you must know. I've survived a lot worse than an angry teen who couldn't stand what I presume was a break up. And I do mean a lot worse."

What Schmidt said clearly struck a nerve. Giving a smirk the two waited a second before Schmidt made the first move. He raced towards the kid with his hand over his coat and limp in his step, all while getting ready to take the shoot. Meanwhile the kid stood still as his hair glowed a bright red. Waiting for the right moment to strike. It wasn't till Schmidt was within striking range did he flicked his blade. In a flash of red the kid delivered a powerful slice. The blade's reach extended out, cutting in half what ever was in front. Yet all he hit was Schmidt's coat. During the last second Schmidt had tossed his trench coat. In the moment of blindness Schmidt slid on the girls' blood. Coming right under the kid to which he pulled out his trench knife. Before the kid could even react, Schmidt deliver a devastating puncture wound to the kid's knee cap.

The pain was enough to send the kid to the ground. As he groans in pain Schmidt got on top and held both of his arms down with his legs and proceeded to beat the boy with his trench knife knuckles. As he delivers the fifth swing the kids mask was sent off to the side. Exposing the boy's eyes underneath. They were a shade of blue, however over one was a brand scar. Kid must have gone through hell, but regardless he did try to kill Yang. So, without a second though Schmidt punctured him in the throat beneath the larynx. The kid was now choking on his own blood as he struggles to breath Schmidt got off the kid before pointing his gun at his head.

"Like I said, survived worse than you kid. Don't feel bad, you did came close… but, when you get to hell, tell the devil Jacob sent you." Schmidt said before plugging the kid. Once in the head, twice for insurance, three time's just because. With this victory at hand Schmidt gives a small sigh before turning away.

The building he was in was falling apart by the moment. Any second it will cave in under the fire. So acting quickly he moved towards Yang, only to find that she and the other girl were no longer there. No sign of the bodies not even a blood trail. Only thing left was a right hand with a gauntlet still attached to it. Schmidt limped over to the arm before picking it up. In his hand the arm begins to decompose at an unprecedent rate. The moment he raised it up to his eye level it was as shriveled as a piece of jerky before rapidly turning to ash. Just leaving him with the golden gauntlet. Schmidt could hardly begin to correlate when he felt an intense pain through the shoulder. He let's out a shout in agony as he fell to the ground. A broken blade had punctured between his left bicep tendon and subscapularis muscle. On the ground he looked up to see the kid, the same one he had pumped four whole rounds into his skull and puncture his larynx as well. Standing there before him. Like nothing had happened. Or rather that is what it looked like at first.

"Ugh, does anything die normally around here? Or are they warning signs that hell has ran out of room for the corpses I've sent." Schmidt retorts he crawls back in pain. He looks up at the boy as the fire spread through the place giving an illumination to the horror before him.

The kid's clothes were torn in places Schmidt didn't touch. A horn was missing in its place was broken stump that bled. The boy's face was torn to a sunder, with a side of his cheek ripped open, and skull bashed open to reveal his portions of brains. The right arm was broken in so many ways that he can see bone splintering out like a porcupine. The left however looked like the flesh was a sleeve torn away, revealing the bone and clumps of muscle. Only thing that Schmidt recognize was the bullet holes he planted and the missing eye that had the SDC brand over it.

"Heh, course I was being rhetorical about that." Schmidt mused as the kid's neck cracks back into place. The kid then grabbed Schmidt by the throat and lifted him off the ground with a death grip.

As Schmidt struggles to break free from this choke hold as the mutilated corpse was applying with enough pressure that Schmidt felt like on the tail end of a long noose. As he struggled to prevent his neck from snapping the creature growled with the jaw unhinging from one side. As it does a sudden burst of bullets hit's the walking corpse, causing it to drop Schmidt and stumbled back. Schmidt coughs for air for a few moments before looking up to see Suzie holding a strange looking gun.

"(Cough, Cough) What took you long enough?" Schmidt said rhetorically as Suzie picks him up. "Did the gun store didn't sell it in your favorit color or something?"

"Oh shut it you two bit mobster. Just be glad I didn't leave you behind to your devil boy from hell here." Suzie scolded as she picks Schmidt up.

"Heh, to be fair. I'd wouldn't either. To much work covering your disappearance." Schmidt chuckles before coughing up small specks of blood.

"Really could use less of that sass, and more guidance on how to use this, thing-ah-bob." Suzie quipped back as she notices the creature was getting back up with sickening snaps in bone and muscle being put back together.

As the boy was pulling himself back together Suzie noticed the structure was just about to collapsed and quickly begin dragging Schmidt out the front entrance before the entire building could collapse in on them. With his arm over his shoulder the two raced to the entrance, all while the devil boy had picked himself up. His jaw snapping back in place the creature opens it only remaining eye and let's out an awful banshee like scream. It then moved towards Schmidt and Suzie with impeccable yet ungraceful speed. Getting closer and closer with each step. It was gaining on them. As Suzie tries to slow it down, the bullets from the queer gun she had picked up did little to slow this rampaging creature. In a desperate bid to survive her eyes looked around for anything the help slow this monster down. That's when she looks up to see an old beam. Barely holding on as the fire consumes it. In desperation she fired off every last round in that gun at the roof. The bullets shattered the old beam and it begin collapsing, slowly at first but then at an unprecedent state. Finally, it collapses in onto Schmidt and Suzie. Just as they got to the front of the door, she flinged the both of them just before the creature could snag the two. Only for the building to crush it under the flaming ruble.

"Huff, huff… hopefully that will kill it. Or at least keep it down till we leave." Suzie stated in a huff of exhaustion as she looks onward at the entrance now covered in flaming rubble.

"Ugh, I doubt it. Least for long." Schmidt said as he painfully picked himself up using a broken column for support, all while trying hard not to let anything touch that rusty sword sticking out of him.

Suzie was about to quip that a reporter managed to kill a boy more effectively than a mobster when her eyes turn to the side and she noticed something. The world was silent. No more screams, no more growls, no more gun shots, blade slashing, blunt crushing noise. It was more unnerving than the screams. As she looked around her eyes spot something in the smoke. A figure with bunny ears slowly moving towards her. Unsure who it is she held up the weapon and pulled the trigger. All she heard was the simple sound of a click. Click, click, and click. Realizing it was empty she tried to get the weapon to reverse back into the axe form. However, she couldn't find the right button. As she struggles the figure emerges as a scared young girl with brown bunny ears, however that scared face begins to drip away like melting glass. Revealing a horrific and disfigured skull underneath. It let's out a banshee like scream before bursting into a sprint. She raced over to Suzie, with vicious blacken claws in hand. Suzie struggled in vain to try and get the damn weapon to change but couldn't do it, all she could do is raise her hand up in panic as the creature leaped at her. There was a scream, a banshee scream, and a sudden bang.

The girl fell dead onto the ground. A 45. punctured her frontal and exited out the back, taking majority of her brains with her. As she laid there on the ground twitching, Suzie looked up to see Schmidt leaning again the rubble, holding his now smoking colt. He fired off a few more rounds, each one hitting her in the head. He wasn't going to take the chance like the other guy. Unloading all seven rounds into the girl's head. Once done he let's out a painful sigh, before returning to silence.

"… Thanks." Suzie replies silently after a few seconds of silence.

"No problem." Schmidt replies as he pat's himself to check how many clips he had left. Not that many sadly. "Let's hope that's the last of them."

"Umm… I doubt that." Suzie said as she hears the footsteps of multiple disfigured feet against the ground.

Schmidt looks up to see figures emerging from the smoke, the ruins, and even falling from the buildings. A hoard of children, robotic scraps, white masked animal men, and blacken creatures bearing their skull mask. All of them looked horrifically mutilated beyond recognition. All shambling towards them with gaping banshee cries and gurgling groans. It was a horrific sight, reminding Schmidt about a story he heard in the trenches. One about the counterattack of the 13th company on the Eastern Front. Germans unleashed huge quantities of gas on an old polish fortress. The Russians who didn't died were so horrible mutilated that when they charged against the invading Germans, they were described as a hoard of the dead. Dead that did not stop, did not falter, did not yield. The dead charged, sending the Germans scurrying back to their trenches and even further. Guess he now knows how they feel. Shame he can't run away. With a small sigh he slowly pulls out a clip, and loads it into his colt. Ready for the charge, one he had seen more times than he'd wish in this lifetime.

Hello everybody Wombag1786 here.

Well… there fucked. But then again, maybe Yang has it worse. Tell me what do you think has the worst situation. Surrounded by evil within like zombie's in the burning school of Beacon, or ghoulish deathwatch inspired creatures from the trenches. Either way I can't wait till the next chapter. Will they survive this nightmare? Or will they be forever lost, in the hallway of the damned. Heh, now onto the questions and comments.

From Black cross0: Well, mostly by placing her nose where it doesn't belong. Though if she does survive this, I doubt her story will be published. Even if she remembered to take photos.

Well, if it helps. Fanart has recently been made of this story. (I posted his work on Reddit, but on the 23rd it will be the cover art for the story.

Well, I'll say this much. They are going to "Axe" their way out.

Thanks for writing Black cross0.

From Enigma42: I just got your character. He has been submitted. (I forgot to add a character flaw, something that will bring conflict with others but it seems you already thought ahead with the Morphine addiction.) He will make an appearance in the story arc (redacted number) : The King in the swamp Staring Jacob Schmidt, Yang Xiao Long, The Boutin Sisters (Nina & Abdelina), And last but not least Gregg Sullivan.

Ah, well while hit's like that did happen. Most times Mafia assassination is contained. If they go on major killing spree's or have hit's with heavy ordinance then it will draw unnecessary attention onto themselves. Best to keep things quiet as possible, unless you want a message sent.

As for the green crystal. All I can recommend is Wiki. Cause I have no idea what it does.

Thanks for writing Enigma42.

From Carre: 1. No problem

2A. Huh, neat.

2B. Eh, Don't feel to bad. I have plans for old scare face.

2C. Huh… um, blame google translate… I guess.

3. god… um… better find a dream that is packing heat?

4. Yeah. Least we try.

5. Um… I don't know.

6. Thanks

Thanks for writing Carre.

From Crimson Weresloth: Yeah, doubt fighting fire with fire will work here.

Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.

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