Horror Show
[First Person POV]
"Are you sure you got files for everyone currently on board Watch Tower"? I asked using Selene's code name, triple checking who was on board Klaue's ship, The Rogue. A fitting name for a dishonest piece of shit like Klaue.
"Yes Knight, the cloaked mini drones on board have scanned and identified every man on that ship and linked them to either murders, suspected murders, violent sexual crimes or suspected violent crimes". Selene replies, solidifying my actions about to take place.
"Good, activate Knight-vision (intentionally named) when I make my way inside, keep me notified about enemy locations and Jam all outside communication. However if they want to radio within the ship? Let them, it'll ramp-up the fear".
"Understood Knight, give them hell" Selene said, "Oh and Knight"? Selene asked. "Yes, Watch Tower"? I replied, "Look at the file of the man nicknamed Savage I sent you" She said.
I did so and after a moment replied "Yes Watch Tower". "Hell is exactly what he and these men are going to get" I say ominously.
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[Third Person POV]
It was almost Midnight on the Rogue it hadn't been a terribly long journey but everyone was tired none the less. Klaue's buyer in Venezuela had fallen through and they were looking at a two week journey to their next port.
That was until Klaue had been contacted about a buyer in New York, his background check had panned out and they made their way to New York. On the stern (back end) of the ship, two men were talking as all the lights on the ship flickered off and the low level emergency lights kicked on.
"Not again, so we go from a hot, humid shit hole to a cold, dark and dirty shit hole huh"? An armed mercenary on deck asked the guy who was there to take over his shift. "At least here you can get a drink and a whore without worrying about getting robbed" the man replied.
"What whore-house you been to, anywhere, that that ain't a problem"? The first guard asked again. "You just gotta know the right people, in any case it's not like we're gonna pay anyway". The second man replied in a manner of fact.
They both laughed in a sinister way, clearly enjoying the fact they prayed on desperate, downtrodden and even unwilling women. "All units check in" sounded on their radios.
"Unit One, shift change in progress", the first man reported. "Unit One, shift change complete" said the second man immediately after. "Roger, shift change complete, now stop gossiping and do your fucking job Unit One"! The voice ground out angrily, knowing they'd most likely been chatting and not working.
"Man he's high-strung" the first guy commented as they ignored the other unit check-ins. "You're telling me" the second guy replied before they were interrupted by the radio again.
"Unit Three, check-in god damn it"! The voice yelled over the radio. "For the love of, Unit One take your boyfriend and check on Unit Three! He should be on the bow (front) of the ship"! The voice ordered them.
"Roger sir, we're on route, out", the second man confirmed. "C'mon lets go see what dumb ass is up to", he says to the first man.
As they made their way across the darkened vessel towards the front of the boat the first man turned to the second, "Hey Jacque, who's supposed to be on Unit Three guard duty right now"? He asked after naming the second man.
"As far as I know it should be Farley", he answered. "Farley"? The first man questioned in disbelief. "He better not be getting high again" he added in angered frustration.
"You're telling me Caden", Jacque said, naming the first man. "Jacque I swear I'll kill that junkie if he makes me work a double-shift because he's too fucked up to operate". Caden promised.
It was a badly kept secret that the man only known as Farley had a crack cocaine addiction that was slowly getting worse. He hadn't been the same since Brazil eight months ago when he'd come back from some shore leave.
No one asked and no one wanted to know what he'd done, but the man quickly turned to hard drugs to help him deal with whatever it was. He wasn't the first man to try and find solace in a pipe, thinking it would help his guilt and he wouldn't be the last.
The pair of mercenaries reached the front of the ship they immediately began a search for Farley. They finally found him sitting on the wide Port (left) side hand-railing of the ship, leaning back on a wall with his left leg dangling off the side and his right foot planted on the wide hand-rail as well.
His head was turned away; he looked as if he were staring at the city lights across the water, with his right hand in his lap.
"Look there he is" said Caden. Jacque looked over and spotted Farley, he also noticed wispy smoke billowing over his right shoulder back onto the ship "Yeah and smoking like a god damn chimney". Jacques added in frustration.
"Let's go get the junkie, hopefully Klaue will let us put a bullet in him and throw his ass in the bay" Caden said, clearly done with Farley and his drug habbit.
They walked over to the dimly lit guard rail Farley was seated on, Caden in the lead "Hey crack head! The fuck you think you're doing!? This ain't a luxury cruise asshole"! Caden yelled, Farley seemed to pay him no attention, he hadn't even moved.
"Can you believe this asshole"? Caden asked Jacque rhetorically over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off Farley. He received no reply, and figured one wasn't needed. "Alright this shit ends now! Look at me when I'm talking to you, you junkie fuck"! Caden yelled as he forcefully turned Farley's head towards himself.
Disbelief and horror filled Caden's face at the looked in the face of a very dead Farley. The man's crack pipe had been shoved, still smoking, through his left eye. Caden stepped back quickly as the body started to fall, only to get caught on a wire that had attached it around the torso to the wall behind it.
As caden looked down at Farley's torso, he'd been opened wide from his naval to his sternum; his organs began to spill out onto the deck.
"Holy fucking shit! What the fuck?! What the FUCK"!!! Caden yelled as he backed away, horrified by what he was looking at. He backed away until he bumped into something, he assumed it was Jacque.
He took up his rifle, turned it's flashlight attachment on and started scanning in front of him, "Jacque radio in, we need to get back-up" Caden said quickly, he received no response, "Jacque quit freaking out and make the fucking call"! Caden yelled before he turned around.
He came face to crotch with Jacque, he quickly backed up and aimed his light at Jacques dead face; he'd been garroted and strung up by the neck from an overhead railing. And he hadn't heard a thing.
Terror seized Caden as he picked up his radio and screamed into it, "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! FARLEY AND JACQUE ARE DEAD! SEND EVERY". When something attacked him from the shadows "AAAAAHHHHHHH"!!!
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[Third Person POV]
Ulysses Klaue looked at his radio as it suddenly cut out. "Well that sounds serious" he said surprised "Rally all the boys and check it out, I don't want any fuck-ups while were here". He ordered his head of security, who nodded in return and headed out of his office.
"Just fucking perfect, this's exactly what I needed" Klaue said out loud in an exasperated manner. "I swear to god, I'm going to kill every one of these useless pricks and replace them with at least semi-competent monkeys". He continued before listening in to the mercenary teams that were now conducting a wide sweep of the ship.
"Okay people, you know the drill, split into your four-man teams, conduct sweeps in your designated areas, call in anything you find". The group leader ordered. What followed were tense, silence filled minutes of teams regularly checking in with nothing to report.
That was until a member from team four radioed in screaming "THIS IS SIMMONS! MY TEAMS DEAD! I TURNED AROUND FOR TEN SECONDS AND WHEN I TURNED BACK THEY WERE IN PIECES"!!!
He sounded like he was in tremendous pain but he continued "IT'S SOME KINDA DEMON! IT CAME FROM THE SHADOWS AND CUT MY FUCKING LEG OFF"! He screamed in pain. "Simmons, calm the fuck down and tell us where it is"! Klaue ordered into his radio.
"I don't know, but I think it-" a sudden squelching sound followed by a kind of gurgling was heard. "Simmons"? Klaue asked, "Simmons answer me"! He yelled, but he received no reply. "All teams make your way to team fours area now"! He ordered, but suddenly, another team radioed in.
Klaue listened in carefully as a man started to scream, "This is team two, we're under atta-"! The radio suddenly cut off. Klaue felt a cold sweat form on his spine as he stared at his radio. "Jones, come in" he ordered calmly for his head of security and team-leader.
"Sir" Jones acknowledged. "I want you to round up teams one, three and five and make your way back here", Klaue ordered, "Do you understand"? He questioned him further.
"Acknowledged sir, teams three and five, report in", Jones ordered after, intending to relay more detailed orders.
Klaue and Jones waited to hear from the other teams, when roughly 6 seconds had passed with no reply Jones radioed again "Teams Three and Five, report in, that's an order"! He ordered sternly.
A deep, smooth and terrifying voice answered back slowly and menacingly, "Teams Three and Five are currently unavailable" there was a short pause "You're next" it added with finality.
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[Third Person POV]
"Jones you get the fuck back here right now"! Klaue screamed in the radio. "Yes sir" Jones replied quickly before exiting the small office he'd been conducting a sweep in before the chaos and walked into the larger room it was connected to.
There were no signs of his team in the room he had left them in. He radios his team but got no response, a creeping feeling worked its way up his spine. Jones quickly checked his gear and made his way into the connected hallway.
The hallway he walked into was empty, the emergency lights made things dim and hard to see but he could make things out. He levelled his modified M4 down the Hallway and made his way down.
As he made his way to the end he turned around quickly, having sensed something was looking at him. The steel hallway was empty; he turned to his left and walked out onto a catwalk above an open bay that was used as a workshop.
He looked in and found two of his team members; one named Jackson lay motionless on a three stack of tyres with a solid steel pry bar impaled through his chest. The other unidentified member was stuffed head first into a flaming steel drum, their legs poked out the top.
Jones quickly looked away from the utter horror he was looking at and continued his search, not seeing a dark figure camouflaged into the darkness above him.
Exiting the walkway Jones started to make his way back towards base, along the way he walked past a series of windows looking into the med bay. As he flashed his light through the windows he noticed that there was blood sprayed all over the inside of the windows.
He wondered if it was Dursden or Savage when he looked in through a semi-clear window and saw the final member of his team, the vicious bastard they'd nicknamed "Savage".
He earned the nickname from what he did to his enemies and any unfortunate woman who caught his eye with his bare hands. They suspected children as well but no one had wanted to ask.
That confirmed the body in the flaming barrel was his final team member Dursden, a man almost as bad as Savage. The only reason they were on his team was because he was the only man able to keep them under some kind of control.
Jones made his way into the room to see what was left of Savage on a makeshift operating table; he'd been cut into pieces, literally. Jones asked himself when he had last heard a panicked scream on the radio.
Was it ten minutes? When was the last time he heard from his team? Maybe longer than that, he was sweeping the small office before the chaos erupted; he had ended up in there for a while.
It was obvious that Savage had been tortured for a short time, cut up piece by piece. He looked at the severed head of the man; it was resting face-first in the man's own bare ass.
Jones had a disgusted look on his face; he knew the significance of such an act. It's was a final insult, given by the killer to a person that they felt was without honor and who they felt deserved no honor in death.
He picked up the head and turned it around before he almost threw up and placed it back the way he found it. The man's dick and balls had been cut off in one piece and was shoved cock first into his mouth so the balls rested on his own chin.
Jones felt sick, he knew that this act was for rapists and pedos. Jones quickly compartmentalized everything he could and quickly started to make his way back to Klaue with a feeling of dread, churning in his stomach.
Klaue suddenly radioed in and asked "Update Jones, what's going on"? "Everyone's dead sir, Jackson was impaled with a pry bar and Dursden was stuffed into a burning oil drum". He said haunted, "I don't know if he was alive when he was stuffed in" he added.
"Hey stop focusing on that shit and get back here"! Klaue yelled, snapping Jones out of his flashes of death. "That's not all sir", he informed Klaue "What now"? He asked back, fed up with everything.
"Savage was cut into pieces sir, he was castrated, beheaded, his dick was shoved into his mouth to the balls and then his head was shoved in his own ass". Jones finished
There was a moment of silence before Klaue responded, "Get back here A.S.A.P. I've broken out the big gun". Jones was still worried, would that weapon be able to hold off however many hidden enemies were on board from getting into Klaue's private office?
"Yes sir, double timing it" he replied and started running towards Klaue's location, unable to get the aftermath of the horror show he'd witnessed out of his head.
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[Third Person POV]
Klaue was nervous, no that wasn't right, Klaue was terrified; he suspected some Wakandan dog had finally tracked him down and the Black Panther was now taking out his men fast and with previously unheard of brutality.
The door to his office opens to reveal an illuminated Jones standing in front of a pitch black hallway. Both men looked immensely relieved to see each other.
Jones took a single step into the room and said "Reporting as ordered si-". His report was cut short as a black, armored arm shot out of the darkness, its hand grabbed Jones around the mouth, silencing him, before it ripped him back into the darkness from where he'd come.
Klaue couldn't believe what he just seen and ran behind the M60 Saw he'd set up on a sternum high tripod and aimed the iron sights at the door. His hands were sweating as he focused everything he had on the doorway and the darkness beyond.
Then faster than he could react, Jones's severed head was launched back into the room from the darkness at high velocity.
It collided with Klaue's head with deadly precision and knockout power, knocking Ulysses Klaue out cold.
From the darkness an armored figure emerged, making its way into the room.
"All targets neutralized Dark Knight", a female voice sounded from the figures helmet.
The armored death machine looked at the unconscious Ulysses Claw and the severed head next to him, "Good" The figure replied, "I have an interrogation to administer and a heist to complete".
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I had some fun writing this chapter, let me know what you guys think and I'll see you next weekend.