2 comments/ 19949 views/ 0 favorites The Four Stone Walls of Hell By: bluegasoverredart Christine had returned home from college with her heart in pieces that Christmas, having lost her fiancée', sweethearts since their senior year of high school, who had suddenly seemed to fall from the face of the Earth. He stopped calling. He stopped visiting. And from everything she could discern about his disappearance... he stopped existing. And he wasn't alone, four other brothers of his Sigma Delta Kappa fraternity had disappeared, in what police had narrowed down to the same six hour period. Aside from the love of her life, the missing persons report included Andy Romero, a star defensemen on the college soccer team. Reuben McNichols, a six-foot five giant of a man in his Senior year of dominating the college wrestling circuit. And then, the wildcard whom seemed to have no connection to the other three aside from being fraternity brothers, a quiet kid by the name of Drew Gaer. Drew was the only one in the group that wasn't a known friend of any of the others outside the fraternity, mostly keeping to himself and spending all of his free time making extra tuition money as a known computer wizard, destined to be the next Bill Gates of our world according to anyone who had paid for his services. Then there was Christine's boyfriend, Ryan Blake, a known trouble-maker throughout high school who had been expelled so many times his parents had had to move twice in four years just to change districts and get a fresh start. The constant moves were the only reason he'd graduated high school at all, though a good student, and while most would've bet that his past would follow him into college, an assistant coach for the university's hockey team appealed to his unbridled aggression and found the proper channel for it. Ryan's freshmen year, he was already known as one of the most fiercely dominant players on the ice, at half the size of other players who wanted nothing to do with his bad side. He proved to be an extremely effective means of clearing paths to the net, including a path of his own, taking quickly to the proper procedure involved with LEGALLY running someone over in a big ugly smear - and Smear became what they called him. What kept the campus most on it's toes was the size of the men who were missing, most of them anyway, and the impeccable shape that three of the four had been in at the time of their apparent capture. A star soccer player who could run the full length of the field in half a minute. A giant decorated wrestler nearly undefeated in his college career who could lift his weight and half again well over his head, as easily as a bag of groceries. And then Ryan Blake, Smear... the hockey player who'd knocked out more teeth with his open-ice body checks than most boxers had with their fists. The trio were gritty, chiseled, animals even... all except for Drew Gaer. The quiet kid whose keyboard sounded like hundreds of stampeding deer within his dorm room, as his double-jointed fingers narrowly avoided mangling together while pummeling his formulaic brilliance into his overhauled system. The case was into it's second week without any leads, and it was then that a heart-broken, near-hopeless Christine had gone home. She was glad that she lived close to the university if they got a break in the case, she imagined in her mind that the phone would ring and she could race to the hospital, see Ryan alive surrounded by his frat brothers... dirty and bruised but alive and home. Upon arriving home, she remembered the cruise her parents had been planning for months, which they'd left for that morning, leaving her home alone in the giant two story, eight bedroom house. Which is what had brought her to her parent's church so late in the evening. She couldn't stand to be in the giant house alone, and she prayed that maybe someone would be there. She needed someone to notice her heartbreak, to be with her and know what to say, at least share her company... more than anything, she desperately needed to not be alone. Opening her eyes from a silent prayer which had somehow gotten lost in everything that was going through her mind, a newspaper caught her eye at the far corner of the pew. She recognized one of the pictures beneath the front page headlines as hers... and Ryan next to her. Jumping up to grab the paper opposite her, she checked the date and realized it was today's paper, one she hadn't read yet, with the headline claiming a new break in the story. Her eyes felt like they were on fire trying to speed through the article... "...after bringing in almost 300 students for questioning and having received nearly a hundred anonymous tips, the police have learned that all four men were seen on dates at the approximate time of their disappearance..." Tears came to her eyes, and she wanted to argue with the words as though someone else was there to hear her. Looks can be deceiving, she reminded herself. A lot of their friends from high school had followed them to college, male and female, and Ryan had always been very social. She had no reason not to trust him. It could be a mistake. "Three of the four girls have been officially reported missing by their families, while the fourth girl's family has yet to be reached. Though her name has not been disclosed, her parents are said to work at a church about fifteen miles from the campus where she was last seen on a date with one of the missing boys. Her parents are yet to be reached as of this print. Police are even beginning to question whether or not the parents' apparent disappearance has something to do with the mysterious circumstances under which the others have not been found. The possibility of the parents' role as either suspects or victims, however, is yet to be specified." Her eyes swelled against the steady beat of her heart, throbbing against her chest as the sweat broke on her face and a slammed door echoed in the cavernous walls of the church where she sat... apparently alone. "Ryan wouldn't cheat on me..." she said, staring at her picture and the place where her name had been screened out beneath it. It didn't say anything in the caption about the girl in the picture being the girl they were looking for. The facts seemed to jump from the page and smack her in the face with a sting that shook her all the way down her spine. She was sitting in her father's church, one that her parents had built and restored with every dime of their life savings after years of being condemned and abandoned. She did the math in her mind as she drove back and forth from the college to the school, all the times she'd stared at the clock on the way home... doing the math as she held in a sharp gasp from the pit of her stomach. Fifteen miles from church to campus. "Ryan wouldn't cheat on me," she said again, another door slamming shut as she jumped to her feet and whirled around, still alone, but with footsteps beginning to echo all around her, breaking the long silence. "Who's there?" she called out into the empty church, as the footsteps grew quiet and a menacing laugh reverberated from beyond the walls around her. "Ryan wouldn't cheat on me," she repeated to herself, "the girl's parents owned a church fifteen miles from campus... and Ryan wouldn't cheat on me. Only one of them hasn't been reported missing... the girl whose parents own a church... fifteen minutes from campus." The footsteps started all around her again, coming closer, rushed, like cloven hooves pounding into the carpeting, up and down stairs and in and out of rooms, as though they were scouring the entire building for something. "Who's there?" she called again, stammering with fear as she began to turn every which way to look over her shoulders and behind her, hands trembling and stomach beginning to churn with nausea as she fought to keep her vision from tunneling to darkness and passing out there on the floor. "Ryan?" she called out... "Answer me right now or I'm going to call the fucking cops!" The lights in the church fell to sudden darkness as she reached for the phone in her purse, dropping it with a scream as she crouched beneath the pew and fought for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. The footsteps were all around her now, from the last pew to the first pew and on each wall, circling and rushing past one another as though to form a tight circle around her. She grabbed her phone and quickly ran her fingers over the buttons, visualizing in her mind the 9 and the 1 to call the police. She pressed them as she found them and lay on her back prepared to kick as the phone rang once... twice.... three times... still no answer.... The phone went dead... and the sound only drew them to her... but right before she closed the little flip phone in defeat a voice came through the other end. Sharp and chilled, with a dead witches rasp as though from her grave, the words turned her blood cold as the hands lowered around her, snarling and snorting like demons possessed, hunting for souls in the night. "One... two... three... four...." "Help me..." Christine whimpered. She could feel the hands beginning to grab at her clothes and her hair, touching her face, all of them bloodlessly cold like the walking dead. The rain outside pounded against the church and the sound of thunder began to rock the pew beside her. Something in her heart braced her for the stained glass windows to shatter, but they didn't. Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit the entire church, and she could see his face, bruised and dirty, eyes white and mouth hanging, blood dried in his hair, and his hole body hanging at a broken arch over her. Ryan. "Baby!" she cried with tears, sitting up to embrace him... but he didn't even turn his head. He didn't look down to acknowledge her, nod, blink, it was like he was... "Blind..." she muttered in disbelief. "RYAN!" she screamed, "CAN YOU HEAR ME, PLEASE!" She grabbed his leg and his body jerked violently down, grabbing her face with his hand and pulling her to her feet by the hair, hugging her and moaning joyfully as another flash of lightning revealed the other four brothers. All of them were white in the eyes, mouth hanging crudely, and bodies bent like stiff scarecrows without support for their joints. All of them were covered in blood, severely beaten, white as sheets and cold as rain. "What happened to you?" she yelled in his ear, hugging him tightly to her. He was silent except for groans and heavy, frantic breathing, and for as loud as she screamed he would hardly flinch except to continuously look around over their shoulders like a nervous twitch that all of them shared. Fighting off tears as best she could, she pulled his trembling hands to her face and gently placed a finger on her eye, then used his finger to trace a heart over her chest, and finally turned his finger back to point at himself. "I love you" she said with a sob. She did the sign language again and he squeezed her hand as though somewhere, some part of him still existed and could feel her touch and knew her scent, wanted to see her and hold her like he would if he were normal... whatever had happened to him that had taken that part of him away... or at least so far from the surface. He held her opened hand against his heart and slid up her wrist 'til he'd closed all but her index finger into a fist, pointing her finger down toward the floor. He then spelled out GO into her hand as she began feeling her way through the darkness towards the basement stairs, when all of a sudden his hand snatched her wrist back, holding her in place. The dull, grinding sound of chainsaws filled the air through the pounding rain outside, from all sides, as the four men gathered around her. She spelled out "Who" in his hand and he turned to her, looking through blind eyes, his face melting with sorrow. "TAKE US" he spelled into her hand, and again used her finger to point down into the floor. She held his hand and moved through the darkness as a door burst open and the sound of chainsaws scathed the air with blazing fury as he covered her mouth in time to catch her scream, and she began moving faster to the far end of the church which led down into the basement. Their feet pounded hard against the thinly carpeted stairs as lightning flashed against the stained glass windows. They turned fast corners and ducked through short cuts, fortunate was she that she'd grown up in this church and knew it so well. Still, the sound of the chainsaws seemed to close the distance with heart-wrenching speed, at their heels as she finally found the door leading down. It was locked. She tried it several times with a sharp cry of terror as she grabbed his hand and placed it on the doorknob to show it was locked. They looked at each other hopelessly as the three others merely stood there, listening to the sound get closer. Ryan gently backed Christine into the corner of the doorway, blocking her with his body and standing guard, protecting her with his life from the coming onslaught. Finally, the glow of flashlights rounded the corner and several strong looking men began to close the distance of the long hallway, walking now, taking their time, savoring the feel of their chainsaws cutting closer to the flesh and bone of their prey. Moving quickly, Christine began climbing up Reuben McNichol's strong back and sliding the ceiling tiles aside, crawling through to the other side of the door and quickly dropping behind it, frantically working the lock on the knob with her shaking fingers and throwing it open as the men charged almost to the doorway with their chainsaws. She yelled and screamed for the men to come but in the fear of the moment forgot what she'd already known... they couldn't see, they couldn't hear, they were helpless but to the vibrations of the chainsaws and the smell of burning gasoline as the strong men drew closer. Christine fought through the urge to run and reached outside the door, grabbing at Reuben's massive arm, pulling him towards the door as she pushed past him and grabbed for Ryan, guiding him as well. She reached for Andy but it was too late, he and Drew had both been impaled by the growling chainsaws. She watched the heavy blades spinning through to the other side of their backs, nearly in her face as the men raised their weapons all the way up between the shoulders from the abdomen and halfway up the neck as the two men fell forward in hurricane bursts of deep red blood. Christine turned back for the door with the heat of the chainsaws at her heels, nearly at her flesh as she ran past the door and left the ground, twisting in mid-air as she slammed it back on the men charging her, the force of the slamming door exploding inward with the jaws of a chainsaw piercing through and cutting its way in. Christine followed Ryan to a deep corner of the basement and cowered there against his chest, the two of them completely trapped, finally breaking down having fought it off this long, listening to the sounds of the buckling door and the men all laughing as they forced their way closer. She crawled to Ryan and held his hand, letting her face fall into his cold palm, crying soft tears as she felt his other hand stroke her head. How had this all happened? Who was after them? What had they done? What did they want? Why? She looked up at Ryan and the words echoed in her mind, a sense of urgency bit down hard on the nerves of her shaking hands and she began spelling "Why" impulsively into his palm. She noticed even his hands were shaking now, something she'd never seen nor would've ever expected from the man who once feared nothing, and tears ran down her face as he began spelling slowly into her hand. "You" They wanted her. The men wanted her. What had she done? Half the door fell to the ground on one side, just tight enough for the men to not fit, though it would only be a matter of seconds now. "Why" she spelled again in his hand. "Fear" he spelled back. She drew a question mark in his hand as smoke and dust began to fog the room from the chainsaws in the door. He spelled "Us" in her hand as they both took a deep breath of oxygen, trying to hold it to keep from gagging on the air around them. They're afraid of us? She wanted to scream in his ear, she wanted to pull the voice out of his throat, how could he explain this situation one syllable at a time? "Us?" she spelled in his hand, as he reached down to rub her stomach and then spelled "Baby" They were coming for her... to kill her... so that she wouldn't have his baby? They were afraid of them having a child... she was more lost than ever and it was too late. They were past the door. She drew a final question mark in his hand as they all drove into big Reuben's chest at once with their chainsaws, blood splashing them against the far wall where they were hidden by the smoke and saw dust in the air. He brought her finger to his eye, spelled an M in her hand, and leaned down close to her ear... struggling out a hoarse little croak of a rasp of a whisper, all he had left of his voice. "Cursed." Eye M Cursed. They were coming for her because they were afraid of their child. Now she knew why. She wanted to ask him why, draw a hundred more question marks in his hand, and get the whole story one word at a time, but it was too late. She felt the chainsaw plunge through his middle, shaking his entire body, as she quickly put his hand on her heart and kept spelling "I heart you" into the back of his palm. She was alone now. Again. They circled around her and she whimpered with fear, cuddling tearfully to the fallen corpse of her beloved. The smoke began to clear and she could see their faces. They were all older, elderly even, with faces that narrowed outward to a point and small jagged teeth like no human she had ever seen. "It is an awful shame..." one of them remarked to the others, "that such a girl is to be wasted." "We cannot risk that she has been fertilized by the demon seed." another said. "Why couldn't they hear me," she screamed at them, "why couldn't they speak? Why did you do this?" The men looked at each other with amusement. "Do not worry... as long as you are not pregnant, we will not harm you." "If you have any heart at all you'll kill me and bury us together..." She was glaring at them now, baring her teeth like an animal, ready to pounce. "We can't kill you, miss, we need you alive as long as possible." "I'll kill myself!" she snapped, "I won't eat, I won't sleep, and I'll bash my head against the floor until I'm blind." "Listen bitch, just because we're walking around with these things doesn't mean we're uncivilized." he said, raising the chainsaw in his hand. "We're doctors... and there's nothing you can do to yourself that we can't fix... your quality of life has no measure of importance to us, just that you live. A pulse is all we care about, even if we have to maintain it by machine. That's how we ensure your cooperation. You don't eat, you live with broken arms. You don't sleep, you live with broken legs. You fight, we'll break your spine. You run, we'll skin you like an animal. As doctors, we know how to fix every bone we break, and we know how to break every bone we fix. It's up to you how good you feel, but it's not up to you whether you live or die. That's up to us." "Oh yeah, you're real fucking civilized. Do you treat your mothers so well you fucking pigs?!" They licked their chops like vultures, circling around her. "Enough talk... time is of the essence" The man smiled crudely as he dropped his long coat to the floor and began unbuckling his pants. The others around him removed their clothes, and they surrounded her from every side. All she could do was glare at them, bearing her teeth like a cornered dog. The Four Stone Walls of Hell "I fucking dare you.." she snarled. They began closing in on her without another word spoken as she tried to stand a little too late, feeling their hands push her back down to the floor. She curled around one of their legs and tangled him in the mess, but he dropped down on her with his full weight, easily pinning her to the floor. They began to tear at her clothes as she struggled to wriggle out from under the man, but it was too late. There was no use kicking, no use fighting... at least not yet. They tore the clothes from her in handfuls, exposing her breasts and her legs as she fought to curl her legs around her underwear, to hang on to it as long as she could, but they overpowered her again, and her bare ass landed hard on the cold stone of the dark basement. The men all seemed to lower themselves on her at once with her finally exposed, but one man grabbed at their shoulders and throats, pulling them away and holding them back, allowing her to catch her breath. "Control yourselves," the man barked with a jagged smirk, "too much of our scent will only discourage it. Just enough to want her for itself..." They stood around her and she felt their eyes burning over her body. It made her sick to lay there exposed for them, and the damp ground itched her skin as the cool air shook her whole body with a deathly chill. There were six of them, all standing naked, most of them fat and dirty, smelling of gasoline, cigarettes, sweat, and dirt; all about to have her at once. They jerked their cocks over her slowly, surrounding her in a semi-circle, bending at the knees to slide a greasy hand up her thigh, grab her breast, or stick a filthy finger in her mouth. It seemed to go on for hours, taunting her, and it was driving her crazy. The only thing worse then being raped by the hoggish men was not being raped by them, laying there naked before them and watching them all stroke themselves over her, having to drag on this nightmare like none she had ever imagined, as though somehow building up to something worse. "Just do it!" she screamed. "Get it fucking over with!" "What, you want us to fuck you? You think that's what we're here to do?" She didn't know what to say. "Don't give yourself the credit," he sneered. "We wouldn't fuck you through a hole in the wall if we bathed you ourselves." "What in the fuck is going on?!" Her scream went unanswered in the echo of the stone walls, as all of a sudden the six men around her began pumping their cocks even faster with their fists, each of them moaning and groaning with the pre-cum beginning to drip around her... all six of them beginning to lean back with the tremendous force of the cum about to explode all over her. As much as she tried to disappear into her mind and escape from what was happening to her, she began to notice their moaning had become a meditative chant like the waves of a river flowing between them, some kind of energy they were regulating with the rising and falling of their voices, none of them synchronic with the others. She began to feel the energy tickling her skin, invading her mind, and a warmth began to lower itself on her. A warmth that aroused the nerves all over her body, from her neck to her breasts to her hips to her thighs, amplifying and falling with their voices. She began to run her hands through her hair and over her skin, but found that the touch of her own hand took away from the feeling, letting them fall behind her head as the men knelt around her, taking hold of her skin. The feel of their hands were electric now, and all disgust had been dulled by the sudden warmth between her legs and the electricity of twelve hands holding her in tight handfuls of flesh, one inside each thigh, one on each breast, two in her hair, one at the back of her neck, one on each ass check, one over her face, and one on each hip where it narrowed into her pelvis. Her muscles twitched with spasms against the pleading of her mind, all but silenced by the climax that was soaking her legs and running down on to the floor, hearing herself moan against her will with her hands balled and tight fists, beginning to thrust her hips up into the stale air as she felt the orgasm rise even closer to the surface. She was close, overwhelmed with the warmth stimulating her clit in sharp, vibrating strokes that took her breath, as the smell of her arousal filled the air. "What are you doing?" she moaned in deep, heavy breaths into one of the hands over her face. "The spirit of the demon seed is releasing your scent," one of them whispered back. "Once it's in the air, it will not take long for them to find you." She could hear the footsteps. Slow, dull, thuds against the stairs, moving slow and stiff with what sounded like great difficulty. They were being followed by more. The stairs were crowded with them, whatever they were. They began to enter the room and her eyes fought to make them out through the darkness. The men now stood behind her, her legs spread to face these coming stragglers... as she heard the six men grab their chainsaws back up while one of them whispered commands to the others. She shut her legs and began to crawl away from the things coming down the stairs, but she had nowhere to go. Four stone walls with one way in and one way out, and the only stairway flooded with them for as much space as they could fill at one time as they began filling the room. "Jesus Christ," she heard one man whisper behind her. "Where do they all fucking hide?" She began to feel their cold skin falling over her as she wrested with them, feeling their cold, fish-like scales where the air seeped in and out, allowing them to breathe. Their faces felt wet with blood and they moaned at her touch, with small, thin bodies, but powerful arms which held her down as they surrounded her. "How far do we let this go?" she heard another man whisper behind her. "'Til they fill the room. Elbow to elbow, to the ceiling... we want to get as many as we can." "What about the girl?" Another man asked. "She'll be fine," said the one in charge. "A little fucked up, but she'll be fine." "Where are they all coming from?" another guy said without answer. She felt their weight as they piled on top of her, licking her like cats and hissing, all of them hissing, and beginning to fight with each other to be closest to her. She watched an arm reach down between her and the thing directly on top of her, as a slithery finger wedged deep into its eye as it screeched with pain, and gobs of purple fluid began to drip down on to her chest from it's socket. "Okay..." said the man in charge. "Almost time.." Christine looked around and couldn't see anything but their bodies swarming over her, though none of them seemed interested in harming her or making any attempts at penetration. They just wanted to crawl on her, all over her, licking the sweat off of her skin. The tension within her began to slip away, growing submissive to the reasonably harmless beings crawling over her and licking her all over her breasts and legs, neck, hips, face, and arms, allowing her body to relax and close her eyes, disconnecting from the bizarre reality and drifting off into a world all her own, waiting for it to be over. The sudden absence of tension and fear within her caused an immediate disruption among the creatures as they began swatting at her now, hissing louder and beginning to pile on her even more, crushing her with their weight. Now they began biting her as she screamed for help and several of the men began to step in with their chainsaws, only to be held back by the one in charge. "Not yet..." As she screamed and shook and tried to wriggle free of their weight, they began to settle down again, licking her and holding her down more forcefully than before, but gentle still. Her heart was still pounding and the sweat came out like buckets over her body, trembling with fright as she tried to feel for anywhere she might be bleeding or seriously hurt. She could feel some bruises and soreness, but as far as she could tell, she was still alright. "What do they want?!" she screamed at the men, who were still being held back by their leader. "They taste your fear!" "Why don't they lick you?!" she screamed back. "Because yours is the scent that they followed, and the only one they're aware of. They are attracted by only two scents we know of, a woman's arousal and a man's blood. Once they've tracked their host, they lick the skin until all fear is gone..." "Then they kill me?!" she asked with a cry. "Worse..." "How?!" she screamed. "You live." His words spun the room around her as the bodies all over her began to feast even more feverishly, and she felt helpless and sick and still heartbroken over Ryan where he still laid in chunks of gore somewhere in the room. Somewhere where his soul could watch these things climbing all over her, licking her hungrily to taste the fear on her flesh. She was overwhelmed and afraid and all she wanted was to slip away and die by his side. And here she was, weighed down by all of these cold, reptilian bodies emerging from the darkness and crawling on top of her like legions of maggots wiggling in a carcass. The men watched from where they stood, backs tight against the wall, the room so clotted with these creatures that the air was growing thin, forced shoulder to shoulder both with each other and these things, unable to see past the waves of limbs beyond a matter of inches to the other side of the room. "C'mon man, we've got to do something!" one of the men protested. "Another minute and I won't be able to pull the cord to get this mother runnin' again" he said, motioning to the chainsaw hanging in a tight grip between his legs. "They're still coming in!" the man in charge said, "We want them all in one run!" "How do we know that they won't fight back?!" "That's why we have chainsaws, Max, there's not much of a fight to be had." A tongue found her pussy and was soon followed by others, and she actually began to arch her hips and moan against the waves of bodies rolling over her as the fear dissipated and the hissing grew louder. So many tongues that could reach like no human man's inside of her, drawn with a bizarre magnetism exactly where she needed to feel it, so many in her at once that slid in and out and filled her, she began fucking their faces as her entire world exploded with an orgasm that quaked all the way through her... collapsing weakly and out of breath while they continued to lick. "Let's just get out of here!" one of the men cried, seeing the room continue to fill. "There's no end to them!" "We can't let them live... we have to do this to send a message to others out there, and keep them in the shadows. We can't risk that these things start coming out in the world, our world isn't prepared for it!" "They're harmless!" While five of the men argued amongst themselves, one of them had managed to slip away, sliding down the wall, closer to the corner where the girl was being smothered by the animals, her moans resonating in his pants to a cock that couldn't wait. He had been taken by her beauty from the first second laying eyes on her, crouched fearfully by the door as they stalked her mutant friends against the wall... he wanted her then and he would have them now. He pushed forward through the masses between them, pulling them away from her and pushing them past him, his fingers barely grazing the warmth and sweat of her skin as he got close. He lowered his pants and hung on to her hips with all of his strength against the current of bodies rushing around him, where he found several heads buried deeply between her legs, the moans still thundering out of her. He dug his hands deep between her legs and began throwing the heads aside, pulling with all his strength, as he finally managed to slip his cock into her, pumping with the immediate build of his orgasm as his disappearance finally went noticed amongst his brothers. "Where is Hamilton? Why isn't he here? Hamilton!" They could barely hear Hamilton groan as he dumped his load into her in several powerful thrusts of warm cum splashing inside the walls of her pussy, followed by a bloodcurdling scream as his blood splashed all over her naked body, the things jumping on top of him from all sides and using the powerful claws on the bottom of their feet to dig deeply into his flesh and kick back with tremendous force, tearing chunks of skin from his body in ribbons as they all but ran in place, stripping him down to the bone. "Damn it!" the man in charge screamed. Christine smelled the blood on her and listened to the hiss change to a deep snarl as the things began to attack her. She screamed as the feel of tongues were replaced with claws sinking down into her flesh and beginning to kick, as the snarls became high-pitched screeching over the roar of chainsaws kicked into gear, and the animals on top of her began to fall over in pools of rich, glossy dark blood, the chainsaws ripping through them dozens at a time for every sweep as the five remaining men drove deeply into the crowd, reaching the middle of the room and working through the group with a vengeance. Christine backed herself up against the wall, nursing her wounds with pained little whimpers as she looked to the staircase and saw that they were no longer coming down. She then watched as pieces of the creatures fell to the floor, listening to the chainsaws grind through their meat in swift circular sweeps, without even trying to defend themselves. A man's blood and a woman's arousal... She looked beside her on the wall and saw the chainsaw tempting her hands within reach, left behind by the man whose cum she still felt oozing from her pussy. Her fingers wrapped shakily around it as she fired it up and slid up along the wall to her feet, bracing against it for support as she stalked closer to the men fighting fiercely in the middle of the room. Hearing the chainsaw sent the creatures scrambling desperately out of her way as the man turned with his chainsaw only to have her dive forward and spear him through the leg, opening a deep wound in his leg that the creatures pounced on with a fury, erasing his flesh with the massive claws on their feet just as he had the other. She returned to her feet and came after another man, though this one saw her coming and held his chainsaw out ready to defend himself. She charged forward still and quickly ducked down in front of him, rising up with the blazing saw as it impaled him through the stomach and the creatures again lurched on his hanging body, like eating a kabob off the skewer. Three of them remained and they backed themselves defensively into a corner as she raised the chainsaw again, revving it at them threateningly, as the creatures gathered around them. She was no longer afraid, pitting herself in possible danger, but so far they didn't make a move on her. "Tell me everything." she snarled at the cowering men. "Listen bitch," the man in charge growled back. "You want to come out of this with your life, you better drop the shit and get back on the floor. This can always get worse." "For who?!" she shot back. "How does this get worse for me?!" "They'll kill you!" he shouted. "His blood is on you! If we hadn't chopped them down like trees when they started attacking you, they would've killed you in a second!" "I told you I wanted to die, you can't threaten me with death." "Then we won't let them kill you, and we'll keep you for ourselves." "I could walk out right now," she shot back. "Do it." he challenged. "I'm not going anywhere until you're a splash on the walls." They glared at each other, gritting their teeth. The men began to slowly step out from the corner of the room where they'd been backed in defense, to the middle where she stood, surrounding her. "This is your last chance." he said. "Put it down and get back on the floor and we'll leave when we're done." "I... want... to... die." she spoke in slow, hateful syllables. "Have it your way." he said, revving the motor on his chainsaw and closing the distance between them. Suddenly, at the sound of a hiss behind them, they turned and began cutting back into the creatures, slicing through them in halves and thirds, in multiple slashes as the limbs fell from their side through the air, dropping at their feet. She stood still and watched the last of the creatures fall in pieces, and then saw her opportunity. They had fought their way opposite the stairs and it was her chance to run. She began backing towards the stairs with her chainsaw still in hand, moving up slowly, one step at a time, as they turned over their shoulders to watch her, the last of the creatures finished. "Where are you going?!" the man in charge demanded. "I really don't know," she said, her voice quivering with excitement as she almost reached the doorway where pieces of the door lay broken at her feet from where the men had come crashing in on them. "But I know I'm going to leave you here, and I know that if you try to escape, I'll kill you. I might not kill all of you, you might kill me first, but I'll kill as many of you as I can before you kill me, and I will kill at least one of you." They looked at her astounded, in disbelief that it was over, and that this is how it would all end. "I'm sorry about this," one of the men said, his face genuinely kind. "It hasn't been fair to you, but.. these creatures... this was the only way. They were following us, hunting us in our dreams, hiding in our houses while we slept and invading our dreams. They were haunting us." "Just wait 'til I die," she sneered. "You don't know what being haunted is." She moved the rest of the way up the steps and through the door, taking one last look at the men who were still covered in blood from the massive battle between the creatures and themselves, and began to move through the church. She heard the men speaking as she continued to walk through the church in her hypnotic state, unable to believe she was still alive, and not quite feeling it in herself that she was still breathing, existing, a part of this world, whatever would be left of it for her. She could hear the men making their way up the stairs, slowly, quietly, trying not to be heard. She could hear them talking. "Did you hear something?" She stopped herself to listen to their voices, as their whispers turned to screams and they came charging up the church steps behind her, nearly running her over, their chainsaws blazing once again for no apparent reason. Sure that they were coming for her, her body finally gave out to the stress and she merely fell over backward as her defense when suddenly the creatures came flooding from every direction, covering them as their bodies disappeared in the sea of creatures swarming them, their screams soon silenced by the sounds of tearing flesh that was kicked from the pile in every direction by those massive back claws. It was an entire army of the creatures and they were all around her, hardly the last as they'd once thought. As the screams died down, they all turned to face her, watching her eyes fall to the chainsaw in her hands, and back to them, returning their glare. "You picked the wrong fucking time..." she said, pulling the chord as the chainsaw started again with a roar that froze them all in mid-step. She backed herself into the doorway of the basement as they slowly followed her, very slowly, slow enough that by the time she was back at the bottom of the stairs with all of the gore waiting there for her, none of them had cared to follow her that far. The smell of the guts all over the walls and the floor from the creatures who'd been trapped down there and slaughtered in bulk seemed to bother their senses even more than they bothered hers. The Four Stone Walls of Hell She slumped down against the wall, trapped once again in her four stone walls of hell, and couldn't help but glare across the room at Ryan's torso, his blue eyes wide and seeming somewhat darker than she'd even seen him, staring right at her. She noticed the deep moody glow of evil that still seemed to keep them alive with their usual color subdued, though ever powerful in the force of the glare that he died with. "Cursed..." she whispered to herself, still staring at him longingly, the love in her still beating at the depths of her battle-torn heart. She recalled the last time they'd made love, the last time they'd been together, the last time she'd even spoken with him or seen him since he disappeared. It was the best sex they'd ever had, and the entire time it had stood out in her mind as a sign of something different between them. She'd wanted to talk to him about it, to call him and try to understand it, it was so powerful and so addicting she wanted to know it in a way that the two of them could share again, pushed somehow beyond the frenzied animal lust that they'd fucked out of each other like bitter enemies. He'd been so rough, so cold, snarling and growling, licking her with a ferociousness that buckled her legs just to think about, remembering the way that he'd held her down by the neck and nearly killed her, cutting off all air as she struggled against his sudden strength, feeling his hard cock slam into her, lifting her ass off of the bed with the power of his thrusts as his cum shot deeply within her... something he'd never done without a condom. He'd always pulled out, but not this time, so consumed with her and the moment and feeling her struggle against the power of the way that he had taken her, raping her, and she'd loved it. As much as it wasn't like him to handle her that roughly, to grab her hips with his nails dug deeply into her side and to pound himself in her 'til she nearly fainted with the pain and pleasure swirling in the warm electric waves that shook her ass with the powerful tremors of a screaming orgasm that had put her to sleep for 36 hours straight afterward... that look in his eye was different. He was different. And she was drawn to it like a fly to light, more-so by the feeling of danger she'd never sensed from him before. "Cursed..." she said to herself again. And she believed it. And for a moment, being in the basement, trapped and forever changed by the horrors of her four stone walls of hell, the words which kept repeating in her mind.... all of the death and the gore and the creatures crawling all over her, the powerful feel of the chainsaw in her hands, even seeing him cut down by the men and left as he was now, in pieces, staring at her with the soul that would never escape him... that was as trapped down there as she was, their love was stronger then ever. This was the next step in the relationship that had taken a perfectly twisted turn for the better, one she never could ever understood or appreciated had everything not happened the way it did. She wondered if he'd known all along, knew this was coming and had planned for it, to reveal another side of himself and in doing so put himself in it's entirety into the relationship, revealing the devil himself to her in the only way she could see him without losing what they had. She looked in his dead blue eyes and she knew that all of it was in his mind, that whatever that was, he had waited all of his life to include her in it, and now that he had, they would both be at peace together, and know a love that no others could truly know. Twisted but perfect as she laid there in his powerful eyes, laying completely entombed within the place he'd made for her, there, in her four stone walls of hell... which they would now share together. Forever.