Chapter 2: part 4:

Big Bank Nasty

[Milo]

FUUUUUUUCK!

I felt my brain rattling with each time this crazy-ass dude bashed my skull deeper into the bloody depression in the dank mud.

I grabbed at his overly-cut forearms as the fog mixed with blackness. I felt my eyes bulging like they were going to pop out of the sockets as he pressed his thumbs into my esophagus….

this is not great, his uncut nails dug in slightly as I kept losing consciousness but snapped back every time I felt the back of my head let out my blood onto the shitty manure-smelling backyard of this rich asshole.

As my vision blurred for the 7th time 1 minute into this whole shit show, a big motherfucking doberman emerged from the shadows. I could tell it was a puppy by the silly look it had in its eyes.

The peculiar puppy instinctually darted into the brawl, its jet-black fur blending into the night. jumping into the fight taking place behind the small section of land beyond the visible courtyard of this Louisiana-style mansion.

Even though it was just a puppy, this fucker was unnaturally large, already the size of a full-grown Doberman…it had jowls like a Great Dane so maybe that's what im seeing…im not sure…..im trying to tune out the fact I've gone into shock….

The dog was disturbingly silent - no barks or whimpers escaped it as it hurtled towards us with strange determination glinting in its dark eyes, at least this guard dog might actually finish me the fuck off and godamn kill me instead of drooling onto my head while crying like the meat head currently attempting to break my larynx.

The puppy lunged at the man on top of me instead--fuck yeah man!-- fangs bared. Its jaws clamped around the man's forearm bloodily spraying my face with the Samoan guy's blood as it bit down fiercely, sharp puppy teeth puncturing flesh.

“WHAT THE FUCK SHADE!” The man released a shriek of agony, grip loosening enough for me to suck desperate lungfuls of air…it was sweet as the day I was fucking born.

This dog was a godsend! It still made no sound, the only thing I could hear was godamn beautifully sick wet snarls rising from its throat as it thrashed its head, teeth shredded skin and muscle.

“I fucking feed yo…AGHHHH FUCK, GODDaMNIT, Youre breaking my fucking arm!” The dude wailed, as he tried shaking the puppy off to no avail. Shade was relentless, iron jaws locked in a vice-like grip.

I scrambled away frantically as the struggle continued, my hands landing on the same cool metal again - the gun.

My fucking heart thrashed, as I grabbed my new BELOVED oxygen mask + tank combo with one hand and the silenced pistol in my other trembling hand.

I took a quick and extremely fucking labored breath like id been underwater. I could feel the back of my head caked in blood as the infected tattoo on my forearm oozed blood onto my clothes.

I aimed at the trembling and thrashing poor motherfucker still trying to dislodge this dog named “Shade”.

I didn't want to shoot the dog on accident...But the puppy was a black blur of snapping fury, visibly growing larger by the second, fueled by menacing energy I'd never glimpsed in an animal before; I could feel myself losing what little depth perception I had every second.

In that moment of pain-fueled clarity, I understood this was no regular rich guy show dog that had stumbled into the brawl. I smiled as I took the time to take one last breath out from my precious little oxygen tank painfully.

Shade was a goddammed bonnified instrument of fucking carnage!

I watched it tear viciously into the man to protect me, I felt the strings of fate pulling at my heartstrings for this vicious little messiah.

Killer and rescuer...Shade was a paradox beyond rational understanding...This guy needs to pay for fucking me up...

I felt all the rage building within me from years on the road...years of mistreatment by the fucking systems meant to protect me...no one ever loved me or Sam...all we ever fucking got was hate and the shit kicked out of us...

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and this gun....fuck it ill admit to myself what I mean....this fucker still breathing will be the difference between me being ID'd and me walking out of here....

I pulled the fucking trigger heavily before I could lose my already racing nerve, silenced gunshot splitting the night for only a split second.

that was the first time I wasn't the one being shot at...I stared down as the black Doberdane puppy shook the large man almost playfully one last time confirming his bloody and drawn-out death.

I looked at the ex-slave plantation in front of me I could only see some lights on as the puppy playfully brought me something in its mouth... it didn't seem like anyone noticed....I fucking love how "safe" rich people feel!

I shakily stuck my hand out now crouching next to the dog trying to make sure it wouldn't kill me too. it dropped a weird gnarly little gnarled piece of shit wooden ear......

DID THIS FUCKING DOG JUST....what the fuck is going on? why arent I dead right now....this can't be the fucking madelion we were after...

after a few seconds, I grabbed the behemoth of a security system by the shoulders and began dragging him into the hedge maze... least they shouldn't just check in here from a balcony or something right?

the dog nudged me on the small of my back nearly making me shit myself as I looked behind me.

WHAT THE FUCK....WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT...I nearly shot myself with the fucking gun in my hand as my anxious eyes adjusted in the darkness; I fearfully looked up to the roof of this nasty gray mansion and there IT was again...

That same motherfucking TERRIFYING greasy, bag-faced, 7-foot-tall sick creature I saw in my goddamn nightmare..... His black suit morphed and warped, spawning bubbling shadowy tendrils in the form of disgusting little wet membraned tentacles. My eyes felt like they vomited as I watched them wriggling like repulsive, ebon-toned severed pinkies.

I took the gun's safety off and aimed at the freak just standing there with his hands in the pockets of his all-black suit of fucking horror.

The dog for the first time growled at me with the boom of what felt like a fucking dodge hellcat instead of any animal I've ever heard...

That's when I fucking got it....he was the one who saved me. Why the fuck did I see this thing with my dad....and what does it want with me...

I put the gun down as I began to shake uncontrollably from withdrawls....no'm just a crazy drug addict... there are no such things as ghosts and other bullshit anyways

I dragged the bloody mangled body farther into the maze without thinking about it.

[Sam]

Crouched in the darkened tunnel, I peered through the crack in the door as Pastor Yater concluded his gruesome and satanic voodoo ritual.

Chunky gumbo bile rose in my throat as the robed figures began cackling in unison while tearing more violently into the flesh.

It was like a Mardi Gra festival yet the beads were replaced with disgusting ribbons of human flesh and entraills fashioned from the elder's corpse.

I had seen enough sickening depravity for one night. I backed away slowly, wary of any sounds.

"did you like the show, Sam?..... I told you, you should have just burnt this place to the ground....." The Bagman's tauntingly level tone made me shake my head in the darkness as I felt some of my black dreadlocks with my hands; cenetering myself in the cold passage.

Mother of the holy lamb...these sick degenerates were involved in some...I still have the groggiest idea in hell what the fuck just happen....that old man offered himself...willingly?

"voodoo make ya'doo craaazy things Sam..." The Bagman's voice tapered off.

As I hesitantly retreated down the cold and damp cobblestone servant's tunnel.

just as soon as I was able to collect my thoughts; footsteps suddenly thundered from ahead.

"Hey! Who's there?" a guard bellowed. I froze, trapped between the ceremonial chamber and booming footsteps charging toward me.

So this was to be my end - caught helpless like a rat in a trap?

"Will you die cowering like vermin...or do you want....some help?"

The taunt steeled my nerves. As the guards closed in, I ferally charged right at them, catching them off guard. I crashed into one, smashing his head against the stone wall with a nasty crack.

Before the others reacted, I pulled the half-3D printed gun from my pocket and bashed wildly as I landed a full knee strike on the already disoriented first guard.

Warm blood sprayed my face as I opened one man's jugular accidentally getting caught on the sharp end of my makeshift weapon.

The other tackled me, pinning me down then smashed my wrist against the floor until the makeshift weapon fell from my limp fingers.

As he wrapped his hands around my throat, squeezing mercilessly, the Bagman's vile power suddenly flooded my body with preternatural might.

I threw the strangling guard off and pounced on him in a frenzy as the third still attended to the dazed and bloody security officer I hit first.

My fists smashed his face into a bloody loudly and quickly, unrecognizable pulp each punch squelching farther successively until I could feel his spine sever from his skull.

"YEAH YEAH YEAH SAM FUCK EM UP GOOD!" I felt The Bagman's voice this time from my own mind, not my ears.

I staggered to my feet, chest heaving, knuckles shredded and slick with red. The Bagman's cruel laughter echoed in my thoughts.

*bang* I felt the white-hot fire of hot lead lodged in my right arm as the remaining guard had finally snapped out of the bystander effect shooting me coldly.

I lunged at him placing my shoulder into the bottom of his outstretched elbow and pulling his forearm backward with the levrage; snapping it viciously, as the gun fell loudly on the stone floor.

Before he could even attempt to scream and back away; I grabbed him by the head driving us both violently into the floor next to his now-dead comrades. He attempted to push me away as I began to headbutt him

over....and over.....and over.....and over........

I don't know how many times I felt my skull slam into his before I bit viciously into his cheek swallowing the chunk with ease like a wild fucking animal.....

I slowly crawled backward as I felt my arm bleeding warm dark blood down my side from the gunshot.

More footsteps shouted from the tunnel. I was out of time and strength to fight.

I had to run now, I ripped myself to my feet as my body ached from the violent fight, making sure to grab one of their silenced firearms on the way...

anyone else who tried to stop me...would die... I let the last reflections of myself fade into the Bagman i heard one last haunting thing before i gave up....

"SAMAEL..ANGEL OF DEATH..SLAUGHTERER OF LIGHT AND INNOCENCE....THIS NIGHT IS FOR YOU!"

see you next time!