Abuse of Chikara (book 1) Page 23

  No one argued with Dave about who would be in charge. Dave was the designated undisputed leader, picked by their founder to handle emergencies and disputes. He quickly dished out ammo and weapons. He refused to believe the creature was some horror movie monster despite what he had seen himself. If it was an actual werewolf they were screwed because he did not have any silver as far as he knew. They ran the hallways looking for the beast. It was not hard to locate as they just back-tracked and found a bloody trail leading off into another direction. For some reason the beast had decided it liked other prey. When he heard children screaming he knew why. This area was a large room about the size of a school gym, set apart for children to play. The thing must have smelled the children and decided it wanted young, tender meat over the flesh of older men. It was in the play area all right, consuming a young girl’s upper body as the other part lay on the floor.

  Dave ordered the men to surround the creature and be careful not to shoot each other. He gave the order to fire. They emptied at least five clips apiece into this thing. He was not a violent man, but had to admit he enjoyed hearing this monster screaming and howling as the machine gun and shotguns blasts ripped it apart. Finally the beast fell out on the ground and did not seem to be moving. Dave and two others emptied another round into the monster’s head for good measure. He did not want to get close to the thing, but somebody had to check out its pulse or heart beat and find out if it was living. He finally worked up the courage to get close enough to the beast to check its heartbeat and pulse. He found no pulse from checking the monster’s wrist. It did not seem to have a heartbeat and it was not beating. He organized the men into different groups. One group would see how many survivors were left, and start the process of getting things back to normal; the other group would stand guard over the remains of the monster. He would need as much information as possible when the authorities got here. Good thing they had an emergency two-way radio to call for help. The police would be here in a few hours. The thing was to control the situation and restore things to some sense of normalcy. He doubted things would be the same here. Many would likely want to leave because of this. His job now was to keep focused and deal with the situation.

  Paul, Doug and two others sat around keeping an eye on this overgrown critter. Why he had to keep an eye on it Doug did not know. The thing was not going to get up and do anything or come after anyone with all that ammo in its body. He was shocked that it was still in one piece mostly. He was hungry and so were the others. He and Paul went to grab some food in the main kitchen, which was about three minutes away. They would be back before anyone knew it. The men left watching the monster, hardly wasted anytime actually doing that job. The two younger men were engrossed in conversations about cute girls and who they would date. If they had paid attention, they would have noticed that the creature’s wounds were mostly healed. They would have noticed it standing up. They might have been able to move before it spewed yellow fluid in both their faces. The fluid, vomit, bile or whatever it was did not sting or feel unpleasant. In fact, it felt really good. One of the young men remembered this being the same feeling he got when he used to get high back when he was younger. He had not done drugs for years, but missed this feeling.

  He felt different about this werewolf thing now after being covered in the yellow fluid. He understood that he should help it feed now. The wolf was not a mindless beast; and even though it had an animalistic nature, its core was still human and retained much of Psycho Boy’s intelligence. It could reason and think, and was not a mindless beast in any way. Before Paul and Doug came back into the room with food, it laid back on the ground. The other two made a show of taking food from them. When their guard was done, the two grabbed them and held them as the wolf rose and spewed the same fluid into their faces. They to felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment now, and would do anything to help the werewolf feast on the flesh of the other humans.

  Dave was finished explaining the situation to the police when he heard machine gun fire and men screaming. The only thing that could have happened is that the creature was not dead like he had thought, and was attacking the men he had left back in the children’s play areas. He grabbed five men and ran back to the play areas huffing and puffing like a madman. They finally found the play area and no one was there. The animal and the men were gone. He still heard weapons fire and followed the sound as best as possible. On the way he found countless bodies riddled with bullet holes. Some had what looked like shotgun wounds. This was puzzling because the monster did not have ballistic weapons that he had noticed. It could not be possible that that thing could use a gun, could it? Five minutes later they were at the back entrance of the cave that housed the large storage lockers. This was probably the largest area in the facility. Once again he found countless dead bodies lying around filled with bullet wounds.

  Paul and Doug came out of a bathroom area laughing, snickering and covered with blood. He asked them what happened, but they simply raised their weapons and opened fire, killing two of the men with Dave. Dave and his remaining subordinate quickly returned fire, killing both men. He turned in the direction of the hallway they had come here from. There were at least a dozen men all walking up to him and his remaining guy Scott, laughing and snickering like fools. He noticed that their eye color had turned a bloodshot red like something out of a horror movie. He grabbed Scott and ran down the hallway in front of them. Seconds later, shot-gun and machine gun fire erupted behind them, striking the walls and ceiling. Lucky for them the hallway here branched off into three different sections. If the men followed them, they would have to split up or risk losing them by making the wrong choice. He headed towards the far right hallway that lead to the outside exit. He had something of an idea that might help them escape.

  He knew this place backwards and forwards. He could easily find his way, even with his eyes closed, by feeling certain objects by hand. As matter of fact, he had even practiced this at times in case of an emergency. Before they got to the exit, they found their Asian founder being attacked by five men obviously under the influence of the creature. Deshi Minzhe easily put two of the men out of commission with an assortment of martial arts moves. The other three spread out and decided to take care of him with guns. Dave and Scott fired, filling these men full of holes and sending them to their graves. There was not a spot on these men’s bodies that did not get racked with gunfire. They greeted Deshi Minzhe and headed on over to the electrical box. He tells Scott to hurry as the weapons fire has no doubt alerted the possessed men to their location. Scott shuts off all the power and shoots up the circuit box so it will be difficult to restore power . Unfortunately, the illumination from his weapon flare is enough to make him a visible target in the dark, and one of the corrupted men puts a bullet in his head. Dave grabs Deshi and they run as quickly as possible. He relied on memories of the hallways to direct them as where to go. Dave was able to find his way because he understood situational awareness. He had an incredible perception of his environment and what was going on at any time. He was always aware of what was happening around him, and had a clear idea of his goals and how they would impact others. He was always able to adapt quickly and figure out how people would react to situations. He figured in their near-drunk state the total darkness would render them less able to function as a unit effectively. The possessed men stumbled around and got lost in the darkness. Some of them even shoot each other as they run around looking for Dave and Deshi. Soon they reach the exit and begin running for their very lives. He has no intention of fighting that creature again without superior numbers. He closed the door and took a few moment to let his eyesight adjust to normal light again.

  It was a nice sunny day now that the sun had come up. He might die here, but he would not sit around and be killed. They fled, altering their path as much as possible, but Dave still hears the thing coming. He did not know a lot about wolves or even werewolves. He did know about police dogs, however, and suggested they crossover water to hid
e their scent. Maybe that is how the thing was tracking them. For once in his life, he wished he had watched those old monster films. Who would think that those corny old wolf man films, with their primitive special effects, might come in handy now? How the heck did you kill these things? Was it iron or silver or something? He did not have any thing silver on him and what if that crap did not work? Who was to say that stuff worked in real life any way? He still had not given up on the idea that the creature was some type of mutant wolf. Rational reasoning pointed to something like that. After five minutes or so, they heard pained noises like an animal that was in need of an animal being put down. Neither of them felt brave enough to turn back and check it out though. That thing may have found some wild animal to draw its attention or maybe it had fallen into a trap or something. They ran like Olympic runners, not worrying about tripping or hurting themselves in the forest. Both of them fell many times, but got back up immediately and started to run again. They had multiple scratches and bruises from tripping over rocks and other things. When they got to civilization, they would have to get their story straight, so they would not sound like lunatics. All that could be dealt with later. The main goal was to get out alive first.

  Psycho Boy woke up out in the woods a good deal away from the underground caves. He was no longer in this weird third person like state where he was watching his own body doing things. He was fully in control now and Dirty Red was once again communicating with him. Red filled him in on what he had done in his wolf form. He knew most of the details already. That Dirty Red also witnessed these events meant they were not just a dream. He went back to the camp and saw it for himself. There was blood and organs all over the place. The entire place was trashed. Oh well, he did not really give a shit. He would miss bending over those big white booties, but he could get that anyplace. He never had any problem getting laid anytime he wanted it. He had money, and chicks simply just dug him. He had tapped white, black, Asian and pretty much any type of ass that was out there. Looking on the bright side, the monster had not touched any of the money and valuables stored here.

  These people had quite a bit of money hidden in a large safe. There were no alarms or anything, and Dirty Red told him what the combination was to open the safe. This evil spirit thing was working out pretty good for him. Once he stuffed a sack with as much money as it could hold, he went about locating some new clothes. His had been torn apart by the transformation to his wolf form. He was completely nude, and covered in blood and bits of guts. Dirty Red told him that local law enforcement would not get here for some time. He took a quick shower and swiped some clothes. The owner would not be needing them anytime soon. Did people even wear clothes in the afterlife? Personally, he would not mind walking around nude, but it would draw unwanted attention. He swiped a few valuables before he left. These jackasses would not need them. Might as well take a few souvenirs to remember these dumbasses by. Walking away for the caverns he thought about how stupid they were. Everybody knew you did not invite total strangers into your home. They could be a murderer, rapist, or a large flesh-eating werewolf with 14-inch metal claws spewing yellow fluid that corrupted men's minds.

  After walking for almost an hour, he finally found a road and started walking down it. He did not care where he was going as long as he was going somewhere. Dirty Red was still following, laughing his ass off about the slaughter that just took place. He was ecstatic that all those white people had been killed. He thanked Psycho Boy for giving him the Christmas present of a lifetime in the afterlife. He was in a pretty good mood himself, and started thinking about one of his favorite shows back in the day. He had loved the Andy Griffith Show as a kid. Soon he was walking and humming the tune to the fishing hole, which was played in the ending credits if he remembered right. Dirty Red also started humming with him. They walked for at least another 20 minutes, humming that tune until he woke up. What a strange dream that was. He stared at his knives suspended over his bed for a few minutes. He loved knives; they always gave him a comforting feeling in the morning. He got up and felt like just going for a ride. He was off work today and did not feel like sitting around after that dream; his adrenaline was really going. He got in his car and simply drove around. He did not have a specific destination in mind or know where he was going. Not a big issue as he could easily find his way back home as he had an excellent sense of direction. With his GPS, he did not have to worry.

  These weapons were 100 percent fail-proof, as long as they were properly used they would never fail. This was unheard of in manufacturing. It is not a matter of if most products will fail, but when. All manufacturers lived with the knowledge that what they built would break down at some point. These babies would not, though. They would function perfectly in any weather conditions. These sniper rifles were not over engineered, and there was no impact on weight accuracy or handling. Using the most advanced computer modeling available, they were able to create an incredibly durable weapon. Not to mention, these new type of armor-piercing bullets that could cut through almost anything. Not to mention, these guns were completely plastic and would pass through any metal detector without setting it off. He wondered how these would affect their friend Dudley Do-Right. They really had no idea how strong the man really was or how tough his skin was. Maybe he was some type of genetic mutant like that Marvel comics his nephews were always reading, the X-Men or something. Possibly, it was some type of top secret military program that had run amok. Then again, maybe this was all a test of the program. Maybe this guy was some type of super soldier that had been tested in Iraq and Afghanistan. Maybe this was like urban warfare testing. A few squads of guys like him could really do some damage. In any case, this was the best they had at the moment. Maybe a bazooka or rocket launchers would work better. They could get some RPGs,but explaining the damage would be a huge problem. These things could be used quietly and would not attract all the attention.

  Too bad about Bill, though. Even if they got this fool, Bill’s career in law enforcement was pretty much over. As a sergeant he had been doing Dirty Red’s old job, taking care of business for Bill. Maybe when Bill got removed, he could be a candidate to take over the superintendent’s job. In any case, Quinton could still be a problem. There was no guarantee he would just go away if Bill was ruined or killed. Once the payment had been made and he checked the merchandise, they were off. All the guys, including him, were expert marksmen, and would have no trouble handling this new rifle. He did plan on testing these babies himself at a private shooting range. Now the question was where they could set up to ambush him and how to get him there. Quinton could run as fast as a greyhound, so finding him could be a problem. Not to mention he liked using the sewers and hopping roof tops. They would need to get him someplace and light him up. He could not wait to try out one of the features of these new rifles. They had some type of device that allowed you to see through objects with the scope. It still had some bugs from what he was told. The power source for the device ran down quick, and it had trouble seeing through certain types of material. Looking through multiple objects was a problem as well. Normal walls would not be a problem. If they did not kill this dude, then they would at least fuck up his day.

  They went to one of their remote hideouts on some land Bill owned through an associate who was squeaky clean. They had a little house here that they stored certain items in. They would practice here and maybe at one of the private shooting ranges. Al loved any type of gun. For Big Al, guns were many things from protection to an exercise of his basic civil rights. He used to always say you get more with a gun and a kind word then just a kind word any day. He picked one of the rifles up and examined it, while lovingly caressing it like it was an attractive woman. Most of these were black or green. This one was actually blue, which was his favorite color. He would keep this one for himself. No reason to have the color changed as they would be doing this at night. Blue and red actually blended in better at night than black did. Ninjas actually wore blue and red more so than black be
cause it worked better.

  Al would enjoy shooting that fool Quinton. Bill had been something of a mentor to him when he was younger. Sitting in the house eating his favorite dish of spaghetti and walnuts cold, he thought about his youth. He was a wild kid who rarely went to school and hung out with a street gang in Brooklyn He had a lot of fun in the Bowery boys. Making money in smuggling, prostitution and drug dealing. The guys running the show used to pay the cops off to look the other way. He had fun, but never rose to a position of power in the organization. He made some decent money and lived out of different motels in the area. One day he let a few friends talk him into breaking into people’s homes. They would case the places they wanted to rob for weeks. It was not hard getting a good fix on a person’s schedule. Many people were creatures of habit and did not deviate much from their normal patterns. They broke into most homes easily and got away with it. People thought big violent dogs would protect their homes, but there were ways around that also. They would come by and give the dog biscuits or some other type of food. The animal would become used to them and would be no problem when they broke in. They made the mistake of breaking into the home of Bill’s father. Bill’s father was a trained martial artist who just happened to be a preacher. For some reason the man had broken his normal schedule and come home unexpected. The three of them split up and started to pack stuff up to remove it. One guy was waiting outside in a van with the engine running. This guy was usually reliable, but had decide to go inside and grab a sandwich on the first floor as they were checking out the second floor.