The new part of my long dead story..mainly cos i am feeling creative.
Mark lay they slumped in the shower, as it all came flooding back.
His mother was talking to him, she looked sad, she was moving her mouth, but no sounds were coming out. Malone was there, he was smiling. Then a flash and all there was, was burning and killing, mutants were running and screaming, blood was being spilt. Then another flash and Mark was tied to a chair, mutants were all around him, one mutant had a buzz saw, suddenly the words uttered by the mutant with the saw exploded in Mark's head, "You will suffer! You are even less human than us!" Thren the screams of pain as the mutant brought the buzz saw down, then darkness, punctuated only by the sound of more screaming, except that it was not Mark who was screaming anymore....then the bathroom window smashed and a brick landed on the young man, waking him up.
Mr Malone asked Mr tubbs to stop the truck, as they came level with a signpost, readin "Seil...", obscured by a decapitated head on a post.
"Mr Tubbs, go and check the head; check if it isn't Perdos's" he asked.
"Why me? why do I have to check the head?" asked a disgruntled Tubbs.
"Cos I don't want the others playing with it." wispered Malone.
Sighing heavily the large man stepped out of the truck as Malone shouted to the three lunatics in the back to stay put.
Mr Tubbs walked cautiously over to the head, touched it with the tip of his fingers, then brought his face up close, flicked it, then seemed to smell it, then in one swift movement yanked it of the post, turned it round and his eyes gleaming drop kicked it into the woods.
Malone's jaw dropped.
Tubbs walked back smiling and got into the truck without saying a word.
Then turned round and said, "It was a fake head."
Mark scrambled to his feet and looked through the window. Two mutants were climbing up to him, whilst the door to his room started to rattle. He ran to the bed and grabbed the shotgun that he'd left lying there and fired at the door. It splintered as a large hole was blown in it, there was a faint grunting sound as various bodies seemed to hit the ground.
As this happend, shadows obscured the window and Mark noticed mutants climbing through it, and at the same time the splintered door shattered inwards leaving way for more mutants to pour in. The young man bit his lip, there was a back window, leading into the hotel's courtyard and not giving himself time to think plunged through it, not before letting a small grenade roll onto his bed.
As he hit the courtyard's floor, the room he'd been in exploded, a mutant hit the floor beside him with a splat, whislt the others were probably all over his room by now, literally. He just hoped that the reinforced suitcases he owned hadn't blown, he had a feeling that he would be needing the ammo in them.
As he picked himself up he saw standing right in front of him the hotel gardener, who had a rake instead of a left arm. The thing snarled and started charging him, rake raised like a sword, whilst the right arm wielded a spade as if it was a morning star.
"Ah", mumbled Mark Perdos, then flinging himself through a nearby french window, only to land in the middle of the Hotel's restaurant area.
As he picked himself up again, from behind a table, shotgun pointed to the advancing gardener he noticed sitting at an opposite table, the waiter and the butler playing cards. The butler stood up, he was covered in various large pointy hooks, probably in the aim of making luggage carrying easier and as he turned to look at Mark he revealed the collection of hooks he also had instead of hands. Whilst this happened the waitor raised the tray that was embbeded into his right hand and a series of raisor blades flung out of its side, it looked like a very deadly frisbee.
Mark had just the time to say, "Fuck this shit.", before the shit hit the fan.
His mother was talking to him, she looked sad, she was moving her mouth, but no sounds were coming out. Malone was there, he was smiling. Then a flash and all there was, was burning and killing, mutants were running and screaming, blood was being spilt. Then another flash and Mark was tied to a chair, mutants were all around him, one mutant had a buzz saw, suddenly the words uttered by the mutant with the saw exploded in Mark's head, "You will suffer! You are even less human than us!" Thren the screams of pain as the mutant brought the buzz saw down, then darkness, punctuated only by the sound of more screaming, except that it was not Mark who was screaming anymore....then the bathroom window smashed and a brick landed on the young man, waking him up.
Mr Malone asked Mr tubbs to stop the truck, as they came level with a signpost, readin "Seil...", obscured by a decapitated head on a post.
"Mr Tubbs, go and check the head; check if it isn't Perdos's" he asked.
"Why me? why do I have to check the head?" asked a disgruntled Tubbs.
"Cos I don't want the others playing with it." wispered Malone.
Sighing heavily the large man stepped out of the truck as Malone shouted to the three lunatics in the back to stay put.
Mr Tubbs walked cautiously over to the head, touched it with the tip of his fingers, then brought his face up close, flicked it, then seemed to smell it, then in one swift movement yanked it of the post, turned it round and his eyes gleaming drop kicked it into the woods.
Malone's jaw dropped.
Tubbs walked back smiling and got into the truck without saying a word.
Then turned round and said, "It was a fake head."
Mark scrambled to his feet and looked through the window. Two mutants were climbing up to him, whilst the door to his room started to rattle. He ran to the bed and grabbed the shotgun that he'd left lying there and fired at the door. It splintered as a large hole was blown in it, there was a faint grunting sound as various bodies seemed to hit the ground.
As this happend, shadows obscured the window and Mark noticed mutants climbing through it, and at the same time the splintered door shattered inwards leaving way for more mutants to pour in. The young man bit his lip, there was a back window, leading into the hotel's courtyard and not giving himself time to think plunged through it, not before letting a small grenade roll onto his bed.
As he hit the courtyard's floor, the room he'd been in exploded, a mutant hit the floor beside him with a splat, whislt the others were probably all over his room by now, literally. He just hoped that the reinforced suitcases he owned hadn't blown, he had a feeling that he would be needing the ammo in them.
As he picked himself up he saw standing right in front of him the hotel gardener, who had a rake instead of a left arm. The thing snarled and started charging him, rake raised like a sword, whilst the right arm wielded a spade as if it was a morning star.
"Ah", mumbled Mark Perdos, then flinging himself through a nearby french window, only to land in the middle of the Hotel's restaurant area.
As he picked himself up again, from behind a table, shotgun pointed to the advancing gardener he noticed sitting at an opposite table, the waiter and the butler playing cards. The butler stood up, he was covered in various large pointy hooks, probably in the aim of making luggage carrying easier and as he turned to look at Mark he revealed the collection of hooks he also had instead of hands. Whilst this happened the waitor raised the tray that was embbeded into his right hand and a series of raisor blades flung out of its side, it looked like a very deadly frisbee.
Mark had just the time to say, "Fuck this shit.", before the shit hit the fan.