Mild Warlock
05-02-2005, 01:30 AM
This is a work in progress. Feel free to make suggestions on the direction you would like to see the story take. If anything is hard to understand let me know and I will revize or rewrite. And an Update to the story will be incomming soon.
A Start
Opening the door to the small one room Efficiency, yielded a rank smell of cigarettes and rot. Frank stepped inside holding his nose he poked at the 3 big garbage bags by the door with his gun. The divot slowly oozed back, reforming its shape. A Grim dark fluid oozed from the bottom of the bags soaking the carpet. The unmade bed was stained red and the grimy walls were splattered with blood. The light in the corner shone rusty red with baked on gore. Several power tools lay on the floor coated in sticky remains. Navin motioned for Frank to circle around the kitchenette towards the bathroom door steam was slowly drifting out of the crack. Navin walked slowly to the door holding out his badge and pointing his gun at the door.
"This is the police. I am Officer Navin McCorde. Exit the Bathroom with your hands on you head." Navin announced in a clear commanding voice that gave the feeling that he could be trusted but at the same time said that he would kick your ass without a second thought.
Frank slowly reached out and pushed the door open with the tips of his fingers. The wood of the door was wet, soaked. The room was filled with steam, thick, blinding. Slowly the steam slowly drifted away and a face could be seen.
"Exit the Bathroom with your hands on you head." Navin repeated. A quite whimper was his reply. the steam continued to roll out of the room and more faces could be seen, the whimper started in to a Sob, a muffled sob.
Navin's pulse raced his hands started to sweat. How many people were in there? The faces stared at him piercing his soul. He motioned to frank signaling 4. The sobs grew louder and started to become desperate. The victim could not be seen. The faces grew clearer as the steam exited the room. The shower was on replacing the steam as it exited the room. The faces were covered in gore that much could be seen. Something was wrong here.
"Exit the Bathroom with your hands on you head. This is your last warning." Everything his eyes told him, he ignored. He should be calling for back up. He should be taking cover. He shouldn't be walking to the hideous room. Frank was franticly waving him back. He entered the bath room slowly the faces stared at him. Slowly he reached down and flipped on the light. The muffled one syllable shrieks sounded over and over, sent shivers up Navin's spine.
Nine severed heads stared at him, the shower sprayed its scalding water on a corpse and a young woman. Her clothes clung tightly to her shaking body. She was tied to the shower rod her hand raised above her hands with a Butcher knife duck taped to her hands in downward stabbing position. From a distance, and through the steam she would have looked like she was ready to stab this corpse. Her skin was scalded red with burns from the water. She shrieked through her gag with her eyes clamped shut.
Quickly scanning the room for the culprit, Navin reached down and turned off the water. Slowly the girls eyes opened up and she started to sob again. Her body relaxed and she started shivering.
"Frank, call an ambulance. We have a survivor." He called to the door.
Navin began to slowly talk to the girl, "you're safe now." he remove the gag, her sobs increased, this time of relief. The reached up with a pocket knife and the girl flinched away. "Its ok I'm just going to cut the tape so your hands are free." He slowly and carefully cut the tape on her hand removing the butcher knife. She collapsed in to his arms. Her legs were taped, but Navin lifted her out and quickly took her to the hallway, Frank followed him and wrapped her in his jacket. the sirens could be heard already. Navin Softly hummed a lullaby that his mother had sang to him as a child after he had had a night terror. This was worse than any Night terror. It was daylight and much much too real.
A Start
Opening the door to the small one room Efficiency, yielded a rank smell of cigarettes and rot. Frank stepped inside holding his nose he poked at the 3 big garbage bags by the door with his gun. The divot slowly oozed back, reforming its shape. A Grim dark fluid oozed from the bottom of the bags soaking the carpet. The unmade bed was stained red and the grimy walls were splattered with blood. The light in the corner shone rusty red with baked on gore. Several power tools lay on the floor coated in sticky remains. Navin motioned for Frank to circle around the kitchenette towards the bathroom door steam was slowly drifting out of the crack. Navin walked slowly to the door holding out his badge and pointing his gun at the door.
"This is the police. I am Officer Navin McCorde. Exit the Bathroom with your hands on you head." Navin announced in a clear commanding voice that gave the feeling that he could be trusted but at the same time said that he would kick your ass without a second thought.
Frank slowly reached out and pushed the door open with the tips of his fingers. The wood of the door was wet, soaked. The room was filled with steam, thick, blinding. Slowly the steam slowly drifted away and a face could be seen.
"Exit the Bathroom with your hands on you head." Navin repeated. A quite whimper was his reply. the steam continued to roll out of the room and more faces could be seen, the whimper started in to a Sob, a muffled sob.
Navin's pulse raced his hands started to sweat. How many people were in there? The faces stared at him piercing his soul. He motioned to frank signaling 4. The sobs grew louder and started to become desperate. The victim could not be seen. The faces grew clearer as the steam exited the room. The shower was on replacing the steam as it exited the room. The faces were covered in gore that much could be seen. Something was wrong here.
"Exit the Bathroom with your hands on you head. This is your last warning." Everything his eyes told him, he ignored. He should be calling for back up. He should be taking cover. He shouldn't be walking to the hideous room. Frank was franticly waving him back. He entered the bath room slowly the faces stared at him. Slowly he reached down and flipped on the light. The muffled one syllable shrieks sounded over and over, sent shivers up Navin's spine.
Nine severed heads stared at him, the shower sprayed its scalding water on a corpse and a young woman. Her clothes clung tightly to her shaking body. She was tied to the shower rod her hand raised above her hands with a Butcher knife duck taped to her hands in downward stabbing position. From a distance, and through the steam she would have looked like she was ready to stab this corpse. Her skin was scalded red with burns from the water. She shrieked through her gag with her eyes clamped shut.
Quickly scanning the room for the culprit, Navin reached down and turned off the water. Slowly the girls eyes opened up and she started to sob again. Her body relaxed and she started shivering.
"Frank, call an ambulance. We have a survivor." He called to the door.
Navin began to slowly talk to the girl, "you're safe now." he remove the gag, her sobs increased, this time of relief. The reached up with a pocket knife and the girl flinched away. "Its ok I'm just going to cut the tape so your hands are free." He slowly and carefully cut the tape on her hand removing the butcher knife. She collapsed in to his arms. Her legs were taped, but Navin lifted her out and quickly took her to the hallway, Frank followed him and wrapped her in his jacket. the sirens could be heard already. Navin Softly hummed a lullaby that his mother had sang to him as a child after he had had a night terror. This was worse than any Night terror. It was daylight and much much too real.