Are you heading back to London?
No, not yet.
I have an old score to settle for my Grandfather Ezekiel
Those words echoed in his head as he pulled up to his Grandfathers cabin.
The night was cold and crisp. The moon was full but hidden temporarily by cloud cover. He made it there just after sunset. He moved quickly unloading
the back of the jeep. He had to hurry to set his trap. On his way up he had stopped at the local slaughter house picking up a fair bit of blood, beef
hearts and livers.
He loaded all his equipment into the cabin and then set about spreading the blood and beef parts everywhere in the surrounding area.
If this doesnt attract the creature on a full moon then nothing would.
He said under his breath as he threw the last liver against a tree stump.
The cabin was dark, lit only by the soft glow coming from the fireplace which had a heavy iron pot just starting to boil in it. It didn't take long
for the fire to warm up the cabin. Slayer changed his clothes, putting on the new light weight armor under his black fatigues then laced up his boots.
He barricaded the entrance and windows not that he thought that would stop the creature but maybe slow it down enough to give him the upper hand. He
sat down in an old heavy wooden rocking chair with a sawed off double barreled 10gauge on his lap. He reached down to his left and pulled out a bottle
of whiskey from his rucksack.
Those who knew Slayer knew that he and whiskey didn't mix. He became down right mean and nasty when he drank it. As the fire crackled he lit a smoke
and drank from the bottle and waited.
It didn't take long before his heightened senses of smell and hearing
picked up the creature. He knew it was getting closer. Slayer sat back and rocked in his chair and took a few more large swigs from the bottle
ignoring the burning as he swallowed deeply.
He thought about that night all those years ago and how this beast took the only real family he knew away from him. He took a very long drink from the
bottle. The rage and anger grew as he drank and remembered. He heard the roof creak but it was just the wind. He now could hear it panting and smell
it's breath it was very close. His anger built up, he could feel his muscles getting stronger as they swelled. He took one long last draw from the
bottle and sat it to the side, flicked his cigarette into the fire. It bounced off the boiling iron pot and into the fire. Then he cocked both hammers
back on his shot gun.
Crashing through the door with splinters flying it charged in. It was a true hell hound. It stood up and started to let out a booming howl, Slayer
gave it both barrels in it's chest cutting it's howl short. The blast knocked it backwards out through the now open doorway. It landed hard on it's
back with it's chest smoking from the impact. Slayer stood up and grabbed his Louisville Slugger baseball bat that he had placed on the mantle and
followed the creature.
Now looking more like a Mob gangster hit man than a hunter. He slowly paced back and forth twirling the bat by the handle with his right hand. Looking
at the creature as he paced, waiting for it to regenerate. The creature rolled over on all fours then started to raise it's head. Slayer stepped in
and swung hard in an upward motion hitting its ribcage.
Then following through he came down even harder on the top of it's head.
He stepped back and waited again for it to regenerate. Grinning, Slayer pulled out a smoke and lit it with his grandfathers old WWII zippo lighter. He
walked over to a tool box he had placed on the front porch of the cabin. He reached in and pulled out a heavy Ball-peen hammer. As the creature
started to snarl as it was recovering from the blows. Slayer walked over to it and swung again in an upward motion this time with the hammer hitting
it's lower jaw slamming it shut against it's upper jaw. It bit through it's own tongue almost severing it.
The creature let out a thunderous whimper. Slayer smiled while putting his cigarette out on it's forehead. He proceeded to smash it's two front paws
with the Ball-peen hammer. Then leaning over he whispered into it's ear.
Its time to get medieval
Stepping on it's shattered from right paw with the heal of his boot he jammed his thumb in it's left eye gouging it out. He walked back into the
cabin and took another deep draw from the bottle and then walked back out and over to the creature by this time it was up. Dazed, confused and blind
in one eye it was wondering what the hell was going on.
Slayer charged the creature and in a classic American football tackle drove his shoulder into the beast’s midsection he felt some of it's ribs
break as he propelled it backwards into a tree stump which exploded from the impact debris flew in all directions.
He could tell the creature had difficulty breathing from the broken ribs. It slumped to the ground struggling to catch it's breath.
Reaching down he grabbed the Louisville slugger baseball bat again. As it
fought to stand up Slayer swung the bat with all his might hitting the beast squarely on it's snout. The impact drove it’s snout back into it’s
skull. He heard a deep gurgling sound as it fell limply to the dirt. Slayer stood there for a few seconds then walked back into the cabin and came out
with a red hot boiling iron pot of oil and poured on the creature as it tried to cover it's face with it's left hand. The flesh on the left side of
it's face and hands were burned in a horribly grotesque manor.
He said as he swung the red hot iron pot by its handle and smashed it in its snout again. It stuck to it's
snout sizzling as he let the handle go and walked over to his jeep. He grabbed a duffel bag off of the back seat, reached in and pulled out his
Japanese Katana and another bottle of whiskey.
As the creature rolled in agony Slayer opened the bottle and knelt down beside it and took a few swigs. The creature started to regain it's strength.
He watched as it stood facing away from him. He could hear the bones popping as they repaired themselves. He heard what sounded like rope tightly
twisting as the creatures muscles also recovered. It spun around now in complete rage it howled thunderously echoing throughout the mountains and
glared at Slayer with it's one good eye in the most evil manor. Slayer stood and faced his opponent.
The beast charged at him. Slayer quickly stepped to one side and in a most
beautifully executed motion made a butterfly pattern with his Katana then spun around and walked away a few feet. He turned to see the beast staring
at it's two new stumps where it's arms had been a second before.
He walked over to the beast and smiled. In a lightning fast sweep he disemboweled the beast right there then swung around and lopped it's head off.
As it hit the dirt with a thud he wiped the blood off the blade. He picked up it's head and sat it on a pole. He finished the second bottle while
packing up his belongings. When he finished that then he dragged the body into the cabin and sat the head on the mantle.
He poured gasoline all over the cabin and the body and lit it. With a loud whoosh the cabin was engulfed in flames. He stood there watching it burn.
Then he said an old medicine man prayer that his grandfather had taught him many years before as the smoke rose to the heavens...
[edit on 21-9-2009 by SLAYER69]