I walk towards the nightclub entrance, the refuge of my enemy of the evening. My crew follow behind me, there only job tonight would be to prevent people from getting out of the club. We're the ones that are called when the system doesn't work. We have only a single job, and that's to eliminate a problem. Our mission includes not how we are to accomplish this, and this being our first time called out, those who called upon us would be in for quite a surprise.
The bouncer stands just under 220cm tall, about 40cm taller than myself. His menacing smile just says to me that I'm not welcome. I wish not even to explain the circumstances to the guy. Extending my hands upward quickly I manage to find two pressure points just beside his eyes. He is overwhelmed with pain and cries like a baby, falling to his knees begging for mercy. For once in my life I feel like giving a man a quick ending. I withdraw my hands from his head, he quickly motions for us to go inside. We start to walk in, and he is about to get about and run away, presumably to warn those inside or alert the attention of others. He is convinced however that I will leave him alone. So with his head down I quickly step back, put one hand on the side of his head and quickly slam it against the stone wall of the club. His skull cracks only slightly and a small amount of blood flows out. He falls unconscious rather quickly, but I continue to slam his head into the wall until I can no longer feel any substance between my hand and the wall. A pool of blood is forming quickly around the bouncer's body, which now lies at my feet. That which was once his brain is nothing more than a blood red soaked pulp resting inside the pool below. His destroyed skull allowed the eyeballs to fall out. I grab them both and in my hands crush them, then throw them back onto the ground.
I resume my way to the entrance. I tell one of my five men to wait outside, and if anybody, absolutely anybody comes by, that he should kill them. This is quite bad news for the sixth of my men who decided he wouldn't show up on time. For his sake I hope he doesn't show up at all anymore.
I push open the large double doors. Inside the club there are possibly 150 people, quite a good turn out for this dump. Who the hell would want to come to a club with a bloodly mass as a bouncer. On both sides of the inner entrance though there stands another bouncer. I motion two of my men to do them in. They both withdraw shotguns, place them at the bouncers' heads and pull the triggers in unison. The gruesome display of flying chunks of skull and brain onto the dance floor serves to get the crowd's attention. The two limp bodies of the bouncer's fall to the floor, the body flowing from their necks starts what is to become the great pool of blood.
Being quite a convinving liar, and a cold hearted mother fucker, I have a need to play with the mind's of those in the bar. "Stay calm and nobody else will get heart. Cooperate with me and nobody else will have to die. Do not try to escape or you will be killed." Almost immediately people start to run for the three exits which my other men haven't had a chance to get to yet. Trained well they pull out their own shotguns and start blasting into the crowds that run for the door.
At the south exit my man, Allosius, from a distance of 50 meters takes off clean the head of a young man who almost reaches the door. With his other shot he creates a large hole in the gut of a young woman. She falls to the floor screaming. She can feel herself die quickly and can look at her entrails that have spilled out onto the floor. Another woman trips over her body and lands by the feet of Allosius. He grabs her by the hair, produces a knife from his overcoat, slits her throat, and pushes her body onto the floor where she will quickly choke to death. The rush for the south exit calms.
Sid is making his way over to the west exit. He is by far the most brutal out of the bunch, besides myself of course. Not liking the personal kill he pulls out a small handgun from his coat, possibly a 9mm, I never really care about these things so I don't bother to remember. He shoots at the legs of those running. A sharp shooter he manages to get about 13 legs, probably only about 8 people though. He swears at his cheap clip that manages only to hold 13 and continues to walk to the exit. The storm for the west exit has also slowed, but Sid hasn't finished his work there yet. He needs to make an example to calm a future rush.
Sid kicks one young man in the side of the head until blood pours from the wounds. Another man he stomps on the chest until the man is puking blood. Sid continues to stomp on him until the internal injuries should be irreparable. He takes a knife from his coat and jabs it into the back of another individual. Turned and manevouring the knife he maims the man, if not killing him, them paralyzing him by destroying his spinal cord. A woman who garnishes up enough strength to still run for the door, despite being shot, doesn't feel any pain as Sid slams the knife into her brain from the back of her neck. He body falls quickly to the ground, blood flowing from her mouth and adding to the pool at the west exit. Sid continues to kick, stab, punch, and otherwise maim those that he managed to shoot. Then he notices that one the young women he shot has managed to crawl to the door. She pushes it open slightly, not very far, and can barely squeeze her head threw before Sid walks closer. He opens the door fully then without a pause slams it back closed, crushing her head and causing a squirt of blood to fly onto his face. He wipes the blood from his face, stand tall, and guards the west exit.
Now Carthena, she's one twisted bitch. She grabs a random man from the crowd and holds a knife to his throat as she walks towards the north exit. She strips all the clothes off of the man and face him towards the large crowd on the dance floor, who are now standing fairly still, quite silent considering. She takes the knife and cuts off his penis, he falls to the floor bleeding and whaling in pain. Drawing in her arm she brings the penis to her mouth where she licks it a few times then throws it into the crowd. People jump away from the man's dick, some of them now puking from the gruesome scene. Not to be totally evil, Carthena takes out .40calibre gun and puts a rather large hole in the side of the man's head.
I, thanks to my men (I probably shouldn't keep using that term, since Carthena isn't a man, shit though, she probably aint' even human), can make my way over to the bar. Knowing that the manager is nowhere to be found I ask the bartenders where the manger is. All of them reply that they don't know where he is. I jump over the counter, quickly drawing my gun an putting a bullet threw the head of the one who has begun reaching for the shotgun behind the counter. I turn around and take out the hand of the man who is reaching for the bad. I walk over to him, reach for the bat and take it firmly in my hands. The man is holding his hand looking at me with fear in his eyes. I swing the bat and clobber him in the knee. It buckles, giving out the support for his body, he falls to the floor in pain. I take the bat and slam it into the side of his chest. I continue beating his body until it's structure disappears when a sufficient number of bones are broken. Unable to cough up blood, he can only lie there and wait for himself to die.
That leaves only one bartender left. Amazing, they managed to find a female bartender that is able to handle the rowdy crowds of this hole in the earth. I should note that if these were not my sworn enemies tonight, this would otherwise be a place I'd hang out at. I grab her long hair and drag her over to a long blender that sits beneath the bar counter. I put it on top of the counter and turn it on. "Whatever you make with this blender, make me one now."
Complacent and weak she obeys my command. She opens a small fridge very cautiously. I admit she's quite smart, she lets me she what is in the friged before she reaches in. She withdraws a cupfull of ice cream, obviously pre-measured cups to help deal with the rush of drunks in the place. She dumps it into the blender, then she adds some milk and what appears to be Vodka. "That looks quite good. Now stick your hand." I put my gun to her left temple and press it against her slightly. She doesn't move. "Now, before I blow your fucking head off." She slowly lowers her hand into the blender. The blades at the bottom mangle the tip of her middle finger, she faints. Before she can fall to the floor I grab her. I push her hand deeply into the blender. The drink becomes red with blood, chunks of bone float inside the drink. I remove her arm, it's mangled up to just above the wrist. She is bleeding heavily, the arteries squriting blood in sync with her heartbeat.
I pour the drink into a large glass. I motion for a man in the crowd to come over. "Take this drink over my friend Carthena over there." I hand him the drink and point to the north exit. He hesitates, but by now the people here know we are serious, and aren't going to take any bullshit, so he grabs the drink and walks over to Carthena. He extends the drink to her. She grabs the drink with one hand and his arm with the other. She lifts the cup to her mouth and takes a few gulps. As she pours a bit more into her mouth, this time not swallowing, she pulls the man close to her. Pulling his face towards her she embraces him and locks lips, allowing the drink to mix in both of their mouths. To finish off her pleasure she pushes his head very hard towards her own. Getting her teeth close enough to his tongue she takes a chunk off the end of it by closing her mouth. She lets go of the man who falls to the floor screaming and vomitting.
Disatisfied with the way I'm leaving the female bartender I preceed to finish her off. I life off the glass casing from the blender, exposing the blades. I lift her up, run my fingers along her soft face and sigh. I grab the hair on the back of her head and slowly push her face towards the rotating blender blades. Blood flies in all directions as the blades make contact with her face and begin to rend her beauty.
The crowd stands frozen in fear, others are sitting at tables, drinks spilled and glasses broken. Hell has descended on the room, and the one to execrate would not be Satan, but it would be me. For Satan would fear me if I ever make it to hell. Or I am the darkness on which hell thrives. I look out at all those eyes, the fragile bodies, some have fainted, and others are having dry heaves from the horrific massacre that has, unfortunately for them, only but started.
Out of the corner of my eye I spot the DJ's booth. There is a body lying in front of it, a large gaping hole in his back. My sixth man now sits in the booth and is looking throught the collection of CDs. Angorum speaks to me, "hey boss, sorry I'm late, but I brought something to cheer up the place." He withdraws a CD from his coat and throws it on. The sounds of "Deeds Of Flesh" echo through the room where their lyrics are coming to life. "Let's get on with the killing." With that, Angorum leaps from the booth and withdraws his combat worthy broadsword. A fan of the medieval times he loved to kill with style, and he did it so will.
He runs into the crowd and thrusts the sword into the chest of a woman. Swinging sideways it slices her greatly, passes throught the neck of the man standing beside her and then embeds itself into the head of a man beside him. The head rolls on the floor. The bodies fall and the pool of blood, filled with body parts, begin to grow.
I jump over the counter of the bar and head towards the crowd. They've figured it out by now, nobody will be spared, they'll all be killed. May it be through excessive torture, evisceration, decaptitation, impalement, loss of blood, or the disgusting ways of Carthena, one way or the other they will die! The crowd errupts, they roar and run for the exists. Thanks to those bouncers who frisk everybody before they enter we have no real weapons to contend with here.
As the crowds run for the exits my men simply punch them, knock them down, and throw them back into the crowd. Angorum continues to hack and slash at those around him, possibly killing over a dozen people by now. Then I raise my right arm and let it fall to my side. That is the single to the my men to let the enslaught continue...
I make my way into the crowd and shoot random shots at people's arms and legs, I want to make them feel the pain before I die. Since it's not my job to prevent people from escaping I can simply unload all of my ammo on the innocent victims. I catch a few people in the head and the bullet enters their head with such force that as it leaves a large gaping hole is left and fragments of skull and a mass of gray matter are sent flying from their head. I manage to catch a couple of people in the heart, and they fall in pain, and slowly die, with large quantities of blood flowing from their body. A few others I get in the lungs, reducing the noise level as they are unable to scream, and if they don't die from blood loss first they'll simply drown on their own blood.
Angorum positions his sword between the legs of another victim and forces it upwards. He only manages to go about 30cm into their body when he runs out of momentum and is forced to remove the blade. A man tries to jump him from behind. Angorum elbows the guy in the head. As he swings around to finish him off he manages to slice of the leg of another woman in the crowd. Her body topples and the blood jets from the massive wound. Angorum finishes spinning around and drives the sword butt down onto the guy who tried to jump him. You can hear the sound of crushing bones as he repeatedly drives the butt downwards until it, the hilt, and his hand are covered with blood, and the man on the floor has a mash of flesh for a head.
My two men at the front door, the twins Byron and Legion, blow large holes in people with their shotguns. As others have managed the art of dualing handguns, only these two have managed enough strenght for dualing shotguns. Their stance is unbreakable, and their arms are huge. Every second they manage to get off 4 shots, every so often they require a reload. Limbs are being blown off from those that run this way. Remnants of what used to be heads fly outwards from the burst. Bodies with large holes in their chests fall forwards and backwards. People trip over other bodies in front of them. Bodies land on top of the living who are trapped and forced to accept their fate. The crowd eventually realizes that trying to leave this way is futile, so the continuous apporach stops. But the brothers don't. Round after round they pump the bodies on the floor full of lead. Each time the bodies resemble less and less than of human beings. They don't manage to stop until there is only a collection of arms, legs, torsos, and heads, among a large pile of human flesh and bone. The large pool of blood grows so large that it flows around the room.
Allosius is managing to hold his own at his exit. A couple of blades in hand he slices at all those who approach him. A young woman tries for the exit, he grabs her from behind, puts the blade up to her neck and slices it. Before another can jump him, he spins around and stabs that knife into the guy's gut. Then he takes the knife in his other hand and gouges out the man's eyes'. Pushing the body backwards he knocks another down. Stepping to the side and slicing forward he makes a large gash in another woman nearby. Before she falls to the floor he grabs her by the hand and carves a large hole in her wrist. A man tries to run for the door. Allosius, with a talent in martial arts, kicks him in the head. As the body topples backwards, Allosius grabs both of the legs and makes large cuts in the inner thigh. The blood flows quickly and causes another woman to slip and fall to Allosius' feet. He steps on her head to hold her, then with about 30 swings completely tears apart her back. He jumps up and slices at another woman. He slices her from cheek to cheek on her face. Then he grabs her by the hair and quickly scalps her and throws her to the ground. Another man running by is caught by the arm. Allosius pierce a blade into his lower back, manoveruing it sideways it makes its way to spinal cord and paralyses the man.
Sid grabs the first man running towards him and thrusts his fingers into the man's eyes. He gouges out the eyes and shoves them down the man's throat, then throws him to the floor. A woman runs beside him but is caught by her long hair. Sid wraps his arm around her neck and twists, breaking her neck, then letting her body slump to the ground. Grabbing another small woman he pushes her sideways to the floor and drives his knee into her back until her back gives out and she falls limp as well. Too far to block another man from reaching the door he jumps towards him. Managing to project himself far enough he slams the man's head into the wall with the force of his body weight. The man's face caves-in and is devastated. The remaining body drops to the floor. While giving repeated blows to another man at his side he delivers hard kicks to another woman who has tripped and fallen nearby. Sid is no idiot though, three men rush towards him, and another couple women from the side, and despite his strength this would probably be just too much. He quickly draws his gun from his side and with five quick shots puts bullet betwen the eyes of the five attackers. The people keep running for him though. One woman gets close enough for Sid to grab her head and head butt her, while she is dazed he sticks the gun in her mouth and pulls the trigger and watches the back of her explode onto the next runner behind her. Sid steps forward while the man can't see and wraps his fingers around the man's throat. He twists he wrist and closes his hand, crushing the throat and rupturing major arteries in the guy's neck.
Meanwhile, Carthena is living out her twisted little fantasies with the few that dare reach her door. Two people approach, a man and a woman. She pulls a chain from her coat and with a seemless motion wraps it around their necks pulling their faces together. Forcing their lips together Carthena tightens the chain until they are both choking. She then pushes them to the floor to let them die from a loss of blood flow from the brain; they can watch each other die. Carthena pulls another man forward and kiss him a kiss as she drives a knife into the side of his neck. Lunging sideways she tackles a woman. She latches her teeth onto the woman's nose and tears it off, masticating then swallowing. Leaping back to her feet, just in time to prevent a man from getting out the door, she wraps her arm around his neck and shoves her over down his pants, knife in hand. She cuts away his genitals and then slices his throat with the blade. Screaming and in fear another woman is silenced by having the man's genitals shoved down her throat. Punching a few times in the throat and chest she'll choke to death on them. Leaping backwards she hits a woman hard in the head, then producing another blade uses both of them to severe off her left arm. Carthena holds the arm above her and lets the blood flow down her own breasts. Almost caught off guard, Carthena quickly swings the held arm at the man who is making his way to the door. It connects with him in the back of the head and he falls forward, his mouth slamming against the door breaking his teeth.
I, in the rapidly thinning crowd, slice and dice people with a couple of blades, one of which was modelled in the fashion of the Klingon Batleth, which now that I am able to use it, realize that it is rather a poor design foor weapon, but does serve to do some serious tearing of flesh and cutting gaping chest and back wounds.
We continue the massacre until there is nobody but ourselves left standing, well, once we all stand up from mutilating the bodies. The club is a very disgusting scene now. Bodies and parts of bodies line the floor, some of them on countertops, tables, and some managing to stick to objects on the wall. Blood covers the floor, forming large pools, and large portions of wall around the exits are painted with blood. We are all completely drenched in blood. I motion for us to leave via the front door. The man I left out front, Toran, has managed to accumulate a pile of about twenty or so passerbys. Our words to each other no have ceased, not that there were ever many, and we calmy get back into the two cars which we drove up in and we drive away.