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Post by jera on Sept 8, 2005 16:41:24 GMT -5
frpgames.irook.com/cart.php?m=product_detail&p=24358a link to a picture of the card that was my insperation this story is kind of a horror story its like pg 12 so if you thought the third HP movie was scary or thought one of the HP books were scary OR you dont like this type of stuff dont read this. i also use the word hell once or twice i would love to know what you think
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Post by jera on Sept 8, 2005 16:42:51 GMT -5
Sheriff Solomon Understanding drummed the side of his travel mug until the last sips of coffee congealed before deciding to call Jon Cardinal, Gods River's resident endbringer. There was no other way for it, Solomon puckered, and despite his misgivings as to Cardinal's ultimate goals in life (of which that man's high school guidance counselor should be drawn and quartered) the endbringer knew his demons and more importantly how to handle them. A whine from the steel freezer door and the muffled roar behind it got Solomon dialing Cardinal's number.
Five rings later, "Hello, Sheriff."
Solomon sighed, "How'd you guess?"
The chuckle through the phone lines was a bit staticy, "Who else calls my house? Little late to be phoning around, though. 4 AM is past even my bedtime."
Solomon rubbed his big hand over his bald, sweating head out of habit, something his mother could attest meant he wanted something, "We have a situation down at the McGreasy's."
"The one on Charnal Road?"
A hollow thud drew Solomon's gaze to a fresh dent the size of a pumpkin in the freezer door. "No, no, the new one on Sovereign, near the highway ramp."
Cardinal humphed, "Wow, they're 24 hours?"
"Get down here, Cardinal. NOW!"
The two minute pause nearly gave Solomon a coronary, thinking Cardinal had hung up, but finally, "Alright. I'll be there in fifteen. This had better be something good, Sheriff, not another laundry imp."
The next roar from within the freezer shook the cost-effective florescent light fixtures, "Better make it five."
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That horrible noise grated against Solomon's being like a rusty file. He thought his head might explode, but finally Cardinal stopped honking the Mexican Hat Dance. He watched through the glass front of McGreasy's as the endbringer double parked his '61 Mercury and walked inside with his usual courtly saunter. He stepped right up to Solomon, neither used to being looked in the eye, and grinned. "What seems to be the trouble, officer?"
Solomon had a nightstick and desperately wanted to use it, but motioned quickly and led Cardinal behind the windexed counters and stainless steel deep fryers to a large, mangled door. A small crowd had gathered there. Among them was the junior restaurant assistant manager Steve, who was forced to come in because the senior restaurant assistant manager and the supreme restaurant manager couldn't be reached. Terry cowered behind him, the only cashier dumb enough to risk her life for a $5.25 an hour job. Three officers also were there, bracing the door and failing miserably. Cardinal gave it another two minutes or so before it was ripped off the hinges.
The demon in the freezer frenzied as Cardinal asked simply, "So how did this happen?"
Terry weakly raised her hand.
Cardinal snickered and called on her like a school girl. She might have been forty, "Yes," he read the name tag, "Terry?"
The woman, still half-hidden behind Steve's pudgy frame, squeaked, "Sir, I think I can explain. Me and two others, the cook and the janitor, were working here, minding out own business, when a group of kids came in. I don't know, maybe high schoolers, maybe college kids on break, whatever, but they were drunk. They stumbled to the counter here and ordered everything on the menu."
Cardinal leaned in, his strange eyes bearing down on the woman till she almost fell to her knees, "Everything?"
She nodded, even as Solomon slapped his forehead and pointed to his three officers, former Gods River High School Varsity linemen, pushing everything they had against the half-bent door. "Come on!"
Terry hurried, now speaking twice as fast, "So I didn't know whether to ring them up or not and I got flustered and whenIget flustered Italkfast. Theyall laughed atmeand this onecouple started making out onthecounter."
Steve's eyes widened and he turned on her, "You let customers do what!"
Solomon shoved the junior assistant manager quiet, "Go on."
She was in tears, babbling, "And andthenthis monster brokethroughthe drive-through window overthere," Everyone turned to the shattered window. "Thenjustatethem! Ate them! Then it ranintothefreezer," They looked back at the freezer, "and started eatingallthe patties. I slammedthe dooronit and hooked the locks. Always wonderedwhythey put locks onit."
Cardinal leaned back and humphed, "So where's the blood, hm? Where's the gore?"
Terry sobbed, "Enrique, you know the janitor, he cleaned it up and quit. Sorry Steve, forgot to tell you Enrique quit. So did Barry. They said at Burger Baron you don't have to put up with this S-H-I, well you know."
The three officers flew back at once into the far wall. The freezer door came crashing down and both Steve and Terry ran for cover. Solomon drew his firearm and Cardinal rose his hands protectively in a strange arcane position that looked unusually similar to hang ten. Clouds of icy air rolled out of the open freezer and the demon growled low.
"You know, Sheriff, I think I figured out what this is all about." Cardinal said as he took a step back.
Solomon, clicking off the safety, grunted, "What? Some mad doctor's doomsday plot? Another Aztec dragon? Don't tell me that guy Loki is back..."
Something began to crawl out of the freezer, masked in the cold smoke, and clicking.
"Nah, none of that. This is endbringer 101 for you, Sheriff. What's the one thing no abomination can resist? Drives them absolutely nuts."
He could think of a million things that might, though his gut went with holy water, "Uh, the Mexican Hat Dance?"
The cold fell away and the demon reared. Its body was reminiscent of an emaciated Great Dane, with a grossly protruding rib cage and spine. Instead of paws it stood on the tips of four inch long nails. The worst was his head, a oversized maw, dripping with ichor, and four, small red eyes.
Cardinal's jaw dropped, "A Hound of Leng! And I half expected it to be one of those clapper monkeys."
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Post by jera on Sept 8, 2005 16:45:52 GMT -5
The endbringer barely had time to avoid the demon's lunge. He threw himself against the side of a slushy machine and it bit down through the tile flooring and severed the water pipes beneath. Solomon quickly emptied his round into its head, driving the demon's face further into the ground. As the sheriff began reloading and his recovering three officers aiming their guns, Cardinal waved them all off. "Bullets won't stop this mamma jamma. Get the hell outside to my car."
Solomon shook his head, while the Hound of Leng furiously pulled at its fangs stuck in the water main. "I can't leave this thing to run loose."
The endbringer rolled his eyes, "No, you idiot. I have a little something in my car that'll stop it."
The police ran out of the building, Cardinal right in front of them and Steve and Terry in front of him. The demon broke free and bounded after, crashing through the front windows and into the parking lot. They all scrambled behind the eggshell yellow Mercury. Steve and Terry hugged each other and shook uncontrollably while the three officers slammed their elbows onto the trunk to steady their shots and opened fire. The bullets sunk into the hound's charcoal flesh but didn't draw blood, only knocked it backwards a few inches.
Solomon turned to Cardinal, sprawled on his front seats looking under the passenger's side. "What the hell do we do now?"
The endbringer's muffled voice answered, "Mismact mit."
Nodding, the sheriff finished reloading and stood up. He ran out into the open and shot at the demon till it noticed him, not the three officers out of ammunition. They yelled for him to come back, but Solomon ignored everyone but the creature. "That's right, look at me. I'm a big, tasty bone. Come on."
The Hound of Leng canted its head, took one playful hop forward, then roared and flew into a charge. Solomon fired till he was out, dropped the gun, and clenched his fists. He was going to die. Not in the old western style shoot out, not apprehending the most notorious serial killer since that guy with the skin-coat, but in front of a McGreasy by a dog. From hell or wherever, it was still a dog. "Mom knew I'd have made a great pediatrician..."
Solomon hardly heard the words I found it or the subsequent pop of the trunk, but as the demon was airborne, jaws gaping and aimed right for his throat, it stopped- stopped right in midair. With an astonished look, Solomon backed away. A fat, slimy green tentacle wrapped firmly around the hound's midsection. Struggle and snap as it might, it couldn't reach far enough to tear away the tentacle and it wasn't strong enough to break free. The demon snarled in anguish, so furious its mouth began to glow blue.
"Get out of the way, Solomon!" Cardinal yelled as the ethereal light spilled over the demon's chin. In a deafening bark it discharged a thick stream of lightning that Solomon would've taken in the chest if not for the endbringer spearing him.
Utterly spent, the Hound of Leng slumped in the tentacle's grip and was slowly drawn to the trunk, where the other green tentacles waited.
Cardinal and Solomon lay in the middle of the parking lot, scraped up a little by the asphalt. The sheriff groaned, "Oh God, I think I owe you my life..."
The endbringer snickered, "Careful how you say that. I am capable of removing your soul."
Despite his dislike of the man, Solomon knew he wasn't bluffing. "What the hell was that back there? You never said it could shoot lightning."
Cardinal sat up and shrugged, "Wasn't lightning, per say. It was the left over soul energy from those two kids it ate."
Solomon's _expression dropped as he got to one knee, "You mean that thing eats souls?"
With a final yelp the Hound of Leng was swallowed by the trunk and the hatch slammed firmly shut. The three officers backed away, while Steve and Terry sprinted to their cars. The endbringer and the sheriff rose and walked back inside. McGreasy's owed them at least two free cups of coffee.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me my soul was in danger. Man, I should tear you a new one."
Cardinal sighed, walking behind the counter and lifting the coffee pot, "Yeah, well, you're welcome for getting rid of that demon."
Pouring himself a cup and then filling the sheriff's mug, Cardinal added, "Teenagers making out."
Solomon almost spit out his coffee, "Huh?"
"Abominations can't resist teenagers making out. It's like milk after you eat too many oreos. Free samples in the supermarket. You get the gist."
The officers drove back to the station, forgiving Steve's and Terry's speeding. Coffee in hand, Solomon rose to leave as well. He took a sip and said, "Well, see you next time. And just because you saved my life doesn't mean I like you. In fact, one day you and I will have a reckoning my friend. The day the demon is one of yours."
Cardinal shrugged, "I'll try to make it something un-canine."
Solomon shook his head and walked. Before he finished opening the door to leave, Cardinal called after him, "And Sheriff, demons love the Mexican Hat Dance
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Post by pheonixfire on Sept 9, 2005 15:58:05 GMT -5
s good! keep going!
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Post by jera on Sept 11, 2005 18:36:05 GMT -5
well that was pretty much it i do a bunch of short stories sorry about that but ill post some of my other stuff that i can post on here
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Post by Headmistress Jayne on Sept 11, 2005 18:37:19 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]that was awesome [/glow]
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Post by jera on Sept 11, 2005 18:39:24 GMT -5
i love horror stories
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Post by pheonixfire on Sept 12, 2005 15:35:14 GMT -5
i like them as long as they arnt to long, because it gets old.
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Post by jera on Sept 12, 2005 17:09:07 GMT -5
true
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Post by pheonixfire on Sept 14, 2005 13:49:16 GMT -5
nancy drew books are the samething over and over and peeps think thier sooo good. i grew out of them, like an eternity ago.
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Post by jera on Sept 14, 2005 15:36:24 GMT -5
i never liked them it was just like hardy boys they both were terrible
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Post by jera on Sept 14, 2005 15:38:54 GMT -5
okay im pretty sure yall know who tom petty is if you dont i cry for you for missing out on a singer who is that good and check and see if your parents has one of his cds or somthing because he is awsome!!!!!!!!!1
but any way to those of you who do know him im sure youve heard his "you dont know how it feels song" well i wrote a parody to it a few months back when i was working and was bored
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Post by jera on Sept 14, 2005 15:39:16 GMT -5
Getting numb from brew tonight It takes a few to fill inside I'm so drunk I cannot see I don't like sobriety
Well, when it gets To the point My hole Is like a joint I'll try to push... on through the crowd I'm gonna moan And scream loud
You don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels When I pee
People come, people go Some get numb, some drain slow I end up in between Shivery and unclean
Well it gets To the point My pole Is like a joint The head... is down the road Cause somewhere I gotta go
You don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels When I pee
My left hand is there to block When I start to drip and drop Careful now, I might spill If I don't go, I'll get the chills
And it gets To the point My pole Is like a joint The head... is down the road Cause somewhere I gotta go
You don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels No, you don't know how it feels When I pee
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Post by jera on Sept 14, 2005 15:40:11 GMT -5
good bad dont get it somthing to say what you think i dont care
only if you hate it ill cast cheesesempetrum in your hair
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Post by pheonixfire on Sept 18, 2005 11:10:07 GMT -5
i;ve never herd of him, i listen to classical music. and play it pretty darn well, to. lol
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Post by jera on Sept 21, 2005 15:54:08 GMT -5
well you know the song free fallin ? thats a tom petty song
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Post by pheonixfire on Sept 23, 2005 16:30:14 GMT -5
nope, never herd of it! i know what your thinking, strange person, very strage!!!!! tis true!!!!!
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Post by jera on Sept 26, 2005 17:39:13 GMT -5
okay i just realized that about 4 post up right after my parody the post i made rymed
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Post by Headmistress Jayne on Sept 26, 2005 20:51:10 GMT -5
good bad dont get it somthing to say what you think i dont care only if you hate it ill cast cheesesempetrum in your hair --- lool hahha yeah it does rythm. nice one
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Post by pheonixfire on Sept 30, 2005 16:48:56 GMT -5
?? that went wayyyyyyyyyyyy over my head...
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